ibispaint test with little ghost

I thought about something the other day which I nearly wrote but I don't have the patience for- what if Mobei had a sudden epithany while snooping qinghua's house? cause obv hes gonna snoop. sqh is mad sus, and mobei has trust issues with his trust issues. but it suddenly occurs to him that the bed that he constantly steals from his little human is very much rather. luxurious. The mattress is thick and expensive, and sqh rotates and flips it frequently so it doesnt get lumpy. it has a topper(1)

(2) with cooling talismans all over it to make it a good temp for mobei any time he decides to sleep in it. the sheets are silk, soft, and light. they're in his colours. his shades. it's a huge bed- long enough for mobei to lay down fully stretched out and still have room. theres countless pillows made of whatever is best for mobei's hair. they're piled up and spread out in a decadance fit for royalty. its always clean. it always smells like him. hes never seen qinghua in it once.

(3) and surely, he must use it, right? it's still his bed, no matter how mobei frames it. But he knows what sqh smells like, and that scent has never been anywhere but in the fleeting touch of someone who changed the sheets. there's never been a lingering warmth from his humans body on the mattress. its the most luxurious, extravagant, expensive thing sqh owns. its not his. looking around the bedroom- is this his either? can he see anything that he might say with confidence is the cultivators?

(4) the answer is no. There's peak lord things in here, yes, but by the nature of being a spy, that's mobeis as well. So he looks- where does sqh sleep, if not a bed that (should? could?) be his own. The answer appears to be a cheap, small little daybed. It's uncomfortable. Mobei knows how big his human is, and this wouldn't fit him well. It's made well enough, but next to the actual bed in the room? It's a grade up from the floor. If Mobei laid on it he'd be off of it by his hips.

(5) honestly its not even good as a chair. It's uneven and kinda lumpy. There's a vague pillow- flat and showing signs of being folded often. A blanket that looks more like a repurposed curtain. It it bad so sqh doesn't lose it to mobei's wants? or worse, is it what he feels like he deserves? He already knew qinghua wasn't one to spend on himself but, he didn't think it was a possible fear of having it stolen from him. Does he have anything of his own worth having at all? Mobei doesn't know.

(6) anyway this obv leads into a comedy of errors where mobei is like. "qinghua. get into bed." and the man positively bluescreens because ??? literally how is he supposed to take that. and when he sorta makes a movement to just lay down on the day bed mobei is like. do you even fucking have any night clothes or do you just sleep like that. get night clothes. get into my bed. you're being cringe. my king with all respect due; crack? is it crack that you smoke? ))

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He wants QINGHUA TO BE COMFY AND SLEEP GOOD IN A PROPER BED WITH PROPER CLOTHES AND WARM BLANKETS

Knowing them both it really would take Mobei an extremely long time to figure out that wait a minute, Qinghua doesn't sleep here at all?? Especially realizing the bed doesnt even smell like him, but the thought of him trying to fix that is so cute

I can also see him just picking Qinghua up throwing him into bed, Wrapping him up in furs and blankets and then tugging him to his chest

Yes he's comfortable now

ALSO QINGHUA BEING SO CONFUSED BECAUSE HE JUST UP AND DOES THIS WITHOUT ANY WARNING NOT EVEN SAYING ANYTHING

Ah I love how Mobei shows his love by trying to take care of his scared sweaty human

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part VI

Find Part I here :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge, huge thank you to the lovely @bettdraws who literally deserves all the credit and whose post inspired me to start writing this. I could not stop thinking about this head canon, and it was so kind of you to let me try and make a story from it :)

And a huge thank you to everyone reading!

Tag List: @anishake / @nocasdatsgay / @mybestfriendmademe / @talibunny30 / @halfbutneverwhole

Part VII >>

Elain held tightly to Lucien’s arm, her fingers linked with his, her other hand clutching at his wrist. An anchor, his heartbeat a comfort as they were led down the winding halls of the ancient Forest House. 

Lucien looked entirely unbothered, hardly troubled now that he was no longer in the presence of his family. Elain asked herself how, considering she very much felt as though she had woken from a nightmare. Her thoughts were foggy, her knees shaking in relief with every one of her steps. Elain wanted to sob. 

Lucien’s thumb traced the curve of her knuckle and Elain breathed in deeply to calm her nerves. 

It was almost humiliating, being paraded past the Autumn guards stationed at every corner as she clung to Lucien. She had to remind herself that it was expected of mated couples to behave so attached, that she was not amongst human nobles that would judge her for any open affection that was displayed. 

Elain briefly wondered what Cora had done in her absence, and whether the other woman had been made aware of the change in their plans. Elain’s thoughts turned quickly, though, to what her sisters would say. Elain was sure that Nesta, more than Feyre, would be furious. 

Elain assumed she would have the Inner Circle’s complete support, but she could only guess at their displeasure with how the night had unfolded. 

Elain had told a High Lord that she was marrying his son, and she was only just beginning to realise the weight of such a promise. Elain felt her stomach flip, panic starting to creep along her spine. 

Just when Elain’s anxiety started to take root, Lucien’s hand gripped hers more tightly. Elain felt as he tried to reassure her through the bond, and her annoyance was enough to redirect her thoughts. 

The Forest House was strange and unlike any place she had ever been to. The rough stone walls were a warm grey, closer to the colour of sheep’s wool than to the cool toned rock she had become used to in Night. 

Elain was surprised to see all the wooden furniture considering all the torches, flames dancing and sparks falling but never setting anything alight. She walked by a couple elegant fireplaces set into the walls, but she saw no chimneys, no soot or ashes. 

Like the roots of an ancient tree, hallways connected and split off into different directions, an unnavigable maze. Elain wondered how anyone was able to find their way around. 

One of the guards shoved Lucien towards a flight of stone steps, urging him to turn. Elain frowned when she felt him tense, thinking perhaps he had been offended by the gesture. It was only as a voice rang out beside them that Elain guessed Lucien had scented someone’s presence. 

“Your services are no longer needed,” the words were rough, a demand. “I can take the prince and his lady to their shared suite from here.” 

Much to Elain’s surprise, the guards obeyed. In the time it took for them to leave, Elain had turned her attention to the new arrival.  

The man was handsome, Elain could admit. His short hair a more copper shade of red, his eyes a bright hazel. He was pale, like most of the people she had seen in Autumn, and he looked battle-worn. A slashing scar cut across his throat, just visible above the fabric of his jacket. 

Even if Elain had not just been in a room with Beron Vanserra, she would have still been able to see the resemblance between the High Lord and the man who so obviously was another one of his sons. She took a step beck, knocking into Lucien’s side. 

The man raised a brow, but other than a passing glance, he paid her no mind. His focus was on Lucien, the torches on the wall flared. Elain wondered if that always happened, if flames simply responded to those in Autumn, a reflection of their emotions.

“Where’s Eris?” He snapped, like he had no patience for either her or Lucien. 

Her mate’s shoulders were stiff. “Is the loyal dog looking for its master?” Lucien’s drawl was taunting, as though he was expecting a reaction from his brother. His words were obviously meant to offend.

Elain could feel Lucien’s shock flooding the bond between them when his brother merely shook his head. 

“You always did cause so much trouble, Lucien,” he frowned, looking very much like Eris. With a sigh, he angled his chin to the flight of stairs in front of them. “Follow me.” 

Not like they had a choice, Elain thought. She could feel as Lucien turned to look at her, to check in, but she stared at his brother as he led them to a pair of thick oak doors. His attempt to comfort her was appreciated, but Elain truly thought she could not look at him without her anxiety once more taking hold. With a wave of his brother’s beringed hand, the doors opened to reveal a cosy space. 

The fireplace was already lit, comfortable carpets covered the stone floor, and by the arched window on the room’s other side was a large bed, fit for two. Elain blushed, forgetting for a moment that Lucien and her were to be married, of course their shared suite would have only one bed. 

Elain watched as Lucien’s brother waved his hand once again, this time lighting the candles littered on some of the wooden tables and nightstands. “I hope the rooms have been set to your liking. Should you need anything, let one of the guards know.”

Elain spoke for the first time since having left the throne room, “My lady’s maid was with me, I was wondering…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say next. 

“I’ll let Eris know,” the Autumn prince offered. “I’m sure he’s thought of everything.” There was no bitterness to his words, only an acknowledgement of his eldest brother’s very thorough planning.

Elain dipped her head in thanks, but he had already begun to leave. Elain looked to Lucien as he watched his brother warily, and he hardly seemed surprised when the other man paused at the room’s threshold. 

“Congratulations to the both of you on your engagement,” he said flippantly, over his shoulder. Elain could hear a flicker of doubt in his tone, perhaps a suggestion that he was not entirely convinced by their act. She wondered if Eris had mentioned it to him, if they were close enough to have shared such information. 

Elain noticed the irritation that flashed in Lucien’s eye, how the other one whirred. “Thank you, Callum.” 

It was clear to Elain that there was bad blood between the brothers, and while she was curious, Elain also knew that it would probably be very rude to ask Lucien about it. She watched as Callum left, glad that she no longer needed to play the role she had given herself.  

The doors slammed shut behind the Autumn prince, and Elain promptly let go of Lucien’s hand. She already missed the feeling, but to reach for him would be like an admission of how she so often longed for his touch when he was near. She put distance between them, almost tripping on the edge of the carpet in her rush. 

“Gods,” she mumbled, running her fingers through her curls. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. Lucien’s scent, apples and summer mornings, lingered in the air. 

What have I done? 

Elain decided that she was a fool for coming to Autumn. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into, had been so desperate to save Lucien’s life that she had doomed them both. 

When Elain opened her eyes, she saw Lucien flexing his fingers, like the memory of her hand in his was enough to unsettle him. He had dark bruises along his jaw, clenched in what she thought was concern. There were blood stains, brown and aged, along the collar of his white shirt. A smear of dirt was on his temple and Elain could tell he had been treated poorly until she had come. 

Lucien was still the loveliest man Elain had ever seen, and she hated herself for believing it.  

“How in the hell did Feyre convince you to come for me?” Lucien asked, voice tired, like his own thoughts were weighing him down. 

Elain furrowed her brow, frowning at him. “Feyre?” She echoed, incredulous. 

At her question Lucien seemed to anger, only for a moment, before he spoke once more. “Rhysand, then, made you do this?” 

“No one made me do anything,” Elain hissed, keeping her voice down, remembering how careful Eris was with his words even when they had been alone. “I came for you because I chose to.” She was frustrated, angry that everyone assumed she could not make decisions for herself. It was with great effort that she kept her hands at her sides, that she did not begin pointing at Lucien with an accusing finger. 

“Why would you do such a thing?” Confusion and disbelief lingering in his words. 

“Because I felt like it,” she snapped, feeling very much like a child. Elain did not share with him that after so much death, so much change in the last few years, she did not think she could bear more. “And you should be thanking me, not questioning my motives.” 

Elain watched as he bent ever so slightly at the waist, the smallest of bows. He did not take his eyes off her as he said, “You have my thanks, Elain.” 

At the sound of her name falling from Lucien’s lips, Elain took a step towards him, the movement almost involuntary. “You shouldn’t call me that,” the impropriety of it all had Elain blushing, she attempted to tell herself that was why she could feel her heartbeat quicken. “You don’t have the right—”

“I think I do,” Lucien said with a shrug, “considering we’re about to be married.” 

It looked like he wanted to say more, but Elain interrupted. “It means nothing,” she was shocked at how snarled the last word was. “Nothing has changed between us,” her words held a finality to them.

Lucien ran a hand through his hair, “Not for one moment did I believe otherwise.” He sounded exhausted, Elain noticed. 

Briefly, Elain felt guilty for being upset with him.

Lucien shook his head, and as he spoke he did not look at her. “You shouldn’t have come to Autumn.” Elain could not say it with certainty, but she could have sworn fear leaked slowly down their shared bond. 

“Next time I’ll let you be killed,” Elain waved her hand dismissively. “What’s done is done, I can hardly tell your father I’ve changed my mind.” 

“I think we’re well past that,” Lucien confirmed. The silence between them was awkward, and Elain wished they had separate rooms, despite knowing it was for the best that they were together.

She could feel Lucien’s gaze on her, but Elain was looking at the comfortable armchair by the fireplace. She cleared her throat, “You take the bed.” 

Lucien did not argue with her, a testament to how utterly drained he must have been, Elain concluded. 

“Thank you, Elain,” he said softly, sincerely.

Elain was left with the impression that Lucien was thanking her for more than just the bed.

Sometimes I wish Jimin stop being so secretive on cam and basically a wallflower. I wish he speaks up more and calls out BS immediately, especially during lives like JK/Tae or Joon does or is it because he doesn't get much wierd comments 🤔. Also stop being so fucking humble.. like sir you are a history maker, everything you release are organic hits, have a huge fanbase, your bdays are celebrated as Christmas day, why tf would you think you don't even deserve a music show win ?????? Own your success and skills please 🤧

And I also wish JK stop being so impulsive, saying and doing absolute dumbest things 🤧 sometimes he sounds like those cocky boys who will say they'll make you come thrice in a row and will climax within 2 seconds lol. He's so cocky; knows he's hot and his impact but at the same time he still don't know what he really needs. So I wish he becomes more mature and get his shit together asap

Maybe if they use share these qualities a bit with each other it will be fine lol. JK sharing some of his cockiness with Jimin so he can go 'yeah that me, Park Jimin' bitches 💅' and Jimin sharing some of his level headness with JK, so he can think before doing and saying some things 🥲

Idk how they are even navigating through their relationship when both are on opposite ends of attitude and lifestyles, like is that even possible ? Won't both parties get sick of each other soon? ... or maybe like you said JK is the freedom Jimin is craving for and Jimin is the leash JK very much needed 🤷‍♀️

Set me free was liberating for me and I think Jungkook too cos he stamped his approval on it like you could tell Jimin frustrates him sometimes with the kill them with kindness vibes he has going on.

And I know Jimin is not a push over too cos there's some really hard core ghettoness buried deep inside his slytherine heart- he is the master of self control cos I'll be getting canceled every second if I were him🥲🥲🥲

I'll be dropping mid night rants talking bout yall could never be me😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hash tag jealous

Hash tag up in your man's arms 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And he lowkey be shading too but we don't talk about that🥲

He's constantly trolling haters posting Jungkook shirtless, leaning on him kissing up on him daring yall to come for Kook if he's your mans💔💔💔💔

This literally him on these streets he eats and wink

Shade is cool Jimin but throw the damn tree too🤣

They are both fascinating.

Oh lord not 2 seconds 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

You is going to hell for that😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Not gonna lie, I do enjoy his chaotic character most times. I'm big on diversity. If everyone acted the same way they'd be boring as hell plus I like my BTS a tad crackheads🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

JUNGKOOK'S a vibe. Not many idols like him. He be be tanking on the idol part sometimes- I don't think he even sees or thinks of himself as an idol😭😭🤣🤣

An idol is a whole personna carefully curated to appeal to an audience- when I tell you Jungkook ain't curating shit for no one and to please no one😭😭😭😭😭

Tell him to do aigoo I dare ya🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭😭

Sometimes I just play his memes and sleep. It's the new Netflix and chill for me.

Doesn't take himself too too serious, easy going non judgemental, quirky😭😭😭

And he is very relatable. We all don't say the right things all the time, or do the right things and overthink everything.

Some people don't find that attractive in Idols but I like it. That that I like that

Im a bit of a crack head myself so.... anywho

For an idol, yea perhaps he could be a bit more controlled and polished but not too much cos then he'd lose relatability and seem outta touch.

Frankly I think they are both perfect as they are💀

I wouldn't change much but you are right they both could influence eachother a bit and they do TRUST. 💜

Soothing Darkness - Azriel X reader fanfic

Chapter 11

Summary: the family dinner didn't exactly go to plan at Y/N gets jealous of Elain and Azriel

Warnings: SMUT 🥵!! Please so not read unless you are over 18!

AN: 🥵🥵🥵 so this happened! Please let me know what you think! I don't know how good I am at writing SMUT ❤️ strap in guys it's gonna be a bumpy ride!

Chapter 1

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You had all of five minutes to get ready and be at the training rings. Somehow you managed to pull on your leathers and tie your hair back into a messy ponytail in record time. However, as you made it to the rings, Cassian waited with his arms folded over his chest.

“You’re late” he scowled as he tilted his head to one side.

“I’m two minutes late” you rolled your eyes at the clock at the side of the ring.

“Two minutes could make a big difference on the battlefield” Cassian raised his brow as he looked down at you. “Oh, and here is another late one” he gestured back to the door. You turned to find Azriel stepping out into the rings. “What a coincidence” Cassian almost whispered as the spymaster approached you both.

Azriel’s face was near unreadable except for the small tug at the side of his mouth when he saw you. His hair was neatly out of his face and he looked pristine as always in his usual training attire. He came to stand beside you as Cassian shook his head at the both of you. Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink and you bit your bottom lip slightly, not daring to look at either of the Illyrians.

“Did you manage to get enough sleep Az? You looked tired when you got in last night” Cassian smirked.

“Thanks for your concern Cass. I had plenty” Azriel’s deep voice laced with smugness. You wanted to run and hide from this convocation.

“Then why so tense?” Cassian smiled wickedly as Azriel’s face turned dark. He clenched his fists into tight ball, turning his knuckles white.

“I’m going to go warm up” you stepped in pulling the two Illyrians attention to you. Cassian nodded his dismissal as you backed away from them and into the training ring. That was one convocation you could do without today.

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Training had been intense. Cassian had put you all through your paces as he assembled an assault course for you to do. It had been a mix of climbing, crawling, fighting with swords or fists all whilst being timed. Your lungs were on fire as you tackled the course with ferocious energy. Making sure your mind was blank, you let your body do all the work. Muscle memory was your friend and you were the fourth quickest out of the group. Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn coming in the top three.

As you finished at training your body was a trembling mess as sweat dripped from you. The heat from the spring sun did nothing to help cool you down as you sat gulping water. “Nice work today” Nesta came to sit beside you.

“Thanks” you said between breaths. She sniffed the air around you.

“You smell of…..” she paused.

“Sweat? I’m absolutely drenched, I think I’m going to go take a bath instead of joining you at lunch. I’ll just grab something at the bakery” you smiled, pushing yourself up from the floor.

“That’s not what I….never mind” she shrugged. “Remember to meet at Fayre’s house tonight” she narrowed her eyes. “Don’t forget”.

“I won’t forget. No one will be there to pick me up from the bakery anyway” you held both your hands up in innocence before heading into the house for a much deserved bath.

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You paused outside the gate to the High Lord and Lady’s ‘house’. It was not a house at all. It was a huge estate with a beautiful, in bloom, garden. It looked like something out of one of your fairy tale stories. Taking a deep breath, you shakily opened the gate and stepped onto the grounds. All day you had been worried about tonight. You had already met everybody but this was a whole different situation.

At the end of the day, you had raided your wardrobe in your little apartment above the bakery. There wasn’t a lot of options, but you wanted to look presentable. You ended up wearing a simple emerald green dress that you have had for years. Nesta had given you the address before you left that morning. The street was full of huge houses but none of them compared to this one.

You approached the front door and knocked quietly. Your stomach flipped as you waited for someone to let you in. There was shuffling coming from inside as you watched a figure approach the door through the frosted glass. The door swung open to reveal the beautiful blonde fae wearing a red dress which left little to the imagination.

“Y/N, so glad you didn’t bail on us” Mor hugged you. “Come in, you look lovely” she politely looked at you up and down as you stepped inside. The foyer was huge, with painted pictured hung on the walls. Each painting was more stunning and detailed from the last. You could hear loud convocation and laughter from the room that Mor was leading you too.

The dining room was bright and warm. It was very grandly decorated but still looked homely. All eyes landed on you as Mor led you through the door. Your heart momentarily stopped as you gained everyone’s attention. “Hi everyone” your voice squeaked out.

“So glad you came Y/N” Fayre stood from her seat and passed you a glass of wine as the chatter continued.

“Thank you for inviting me” you smiled shyly.

“I honestly was 50/50 on if you would come at all or hide in your bakery” Nesta joined your side, clinking her glass against yours.

“Have I ever let you down before?” you raised your brow at her.

“Starfall, you ran off somewhere” she tilted her head. Your cheeks flashed pink at the memory.

“I’m surprised you can still stand after this morning” Cassian shouted from his seat. “You looked like you were going to pass out after training”.

“You’ll have to do better then that” you smirked.

“I’m sure Az can think of something” Cassian raised his glass gesturing to the seat opposite him. Azriel was sat casually with one ankle resting on his knee, a whiskey in his hands. Your eyes widened at Cassian’s comment in front of the whole group. “Any training techniques come to mind, Az?” Cassian smirked.

Azriel’s grip tightened slightly on his glass before taking a long sip. His hazel eyes finally landed on you. “I can think of a few things” his voice was painfully low and then a smile appeared on his lips before he took another long sip. Your knees nearly gave way as his eyes never left yours. Images of this morning flashed through your head. You had to steady your breathing as Azriel gave you a knowing look.

“Oh don’t be so cruel, you are supposed to be training her not trying to kill her” Mor thankfully interrupted before anything else was said.

“Take a seat girl” Amren pointed to a space beside her on the opposite side of the room. You moved across the room to sit beside her as convocations began flowing again. Mor and Nesta came over to join you as the four of you chatted by the small fire.

“Y/N, if you ever want a proper training session, then come to me” Mor poured you another wine.

“Is that so Morrigan?” Cassian interrupted. “You think you could train her better?”.

“Not better. Just smarter” she winked at you.

“Play nicely children” Amren tutted as Mor and Cassian scowled at one another.

You settled into the group of people surrounding you quite easily. It helped that you were already close with Nesta, Cassian and Azriel but everyone else was so welcoming. Amren was the only one out of the group you couldn’t quite figure out. She had been pleasant, but you didn’t want to find yourself on her bad side.

Elain appeared in the doorway and your chest tightened slightly. How could you have forgotten about Elain? She wore a pretty light blue dress and her hair was perfectly braided. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on Azriel. You looked between the two of them out of instinct. She smiled a bright, blushing smile at the Illyrian. “Dinner is ready” she announced to the room gesturing for people to take their seats at the dinning table.

Everyone seemed to move at once to take their seats at the table. You followed closely behind, taking the last empty chair next to Mor. Azriel was sat opposite you as Elain slipped gracefully into the chair next to him. You swallowed hard, focusing your gaze on your plate instead of the two opposite you.

“I made your favourite for desert” you listened as Elain spoke softly to Azriel.

“Thank you” he smiled sweetly at her. You could feel your blood pumping hot through your body as you listened to their convocation.

Elain hadn’t even acknowledged you as the evening went on, which irritated you more than it should have. Instead she only spoke to Azriel, listing all the new plants she had tended too in the garden as you ate quietly. “After dinner we should take a talk and I’ll show you. They look lovely in the moonlight” she placed a soft hand over his. You fought to swallow your food as your throat constricted. Azriel just nodded in response, knocking the wind right out of you.

After that you tried to ignore their convocation entirely. Cassian was challenging Mor and winding Amren up about something or other, all whilst getting scolded by Nesta. That seemed more like something you would enjoy listening too. No matter how hard you tried to focus on the others surrounding the large dining room table, your attention kept on being brought back to Elain and Azriel. The two of them enjoying their own quiet convocation whilst you sat in silence. The only saving grace was she was no longer touching him.

“Welcome to family dinner Y/N” Fayre pulled your attention from the chaos surrounding you. She had come to sit beside you at the head of the table.

“Is it always like this?” you shyly smiled. Hiding the fact that you were about ready to sneak out the door without anyone watching.

“Some dinners are more dignified than others but yes. Most of them end up like this” she laughed as she looked around the table. Rhys was sat at the other end of the table trying to keep the peace between Cassian and Amren. He looked utterly hopeless as Amren threatened to cut off Cassian’s manhood.

You thanked the mother for Fayre. She spoke to you for the rest of the meal, taking your attention away from her sister and Azriel. She asked about the bakery and even offered for you work at the house if business didn’t pick up soon. “The last thing I want is for you to go out of business” she smiled sweetly at you.

Once the meal came to an end, Elain excused herself, pulling Azriel up to join her for that walk in her garden. You didn’t lift your eyes from your empty plate as he stood to follow her out, though your heart sank in your chest as you saw them leave the room.

How stupid could you have been? Elain was beautiful and Azriel deserved someone like her. Someone sweet and caring. You had flirted and you had kissed but nothing was set in stone. He was free to go with any female he wanted. Your feelings had gotten way too deep and you needed space to get over them.

“Y/N” Cassian elbowed you as you walked to take a seat on the sofa. His voice low in understanding. “Nesta and I are going to head back soon. Do you want me to get Rhys to bring you up to the house with us?” his soft eyes met yours and he held both your shoulders to look at him. You paused, looking between Cassian, Rhys and the door that Azriel had just walked through with Elain.

“I think I might stay at my apartment tonight” you said softly. “I think it’s time that I move back but thank you, for everything”. Cassian’s brow furrowed but he nodded as he pulled you into his chest in a brief hug.

You needed to leave before Azriel and Elain got back so you quickly said your goodbyes. Nesta argued with you to no avail. “Just one night and then you come back” Nesta finally gave in.

“I’ll see you in the morning” you smiled, hiding the tears that began to form. You couldn’t have walked out the house quicker. Your mind began spiralling as you walked down the quiet streets, lit only by a couple of streetlights and the moon. Even if there wasn’t anything going on between Azriel and Elain, she definitely liked him. The way she looked at him was all you needed to see to know exactly how she feels.

Azriel hadn’t indicated that he was against her advances either. He went on a moonlit walk through her garden and barely spoke to you all night. Your chest heaved with a heavy sigh. How could you have let yourself get so drawn to him?

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The walk from Fayre’s house was only a brisk twenty minutes. You fished inside your coat pocket as you reached the front door to the bakery. A small thud sounded behind you making you jump and drop your keys. You quickly swiped them up from the floor before turning around. Azriel had just landed on the cobbled streets behind you.

“What are you doing?” his deep voice almost growled as he came to stand in front of you. He towered over you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What does it look like? I’m going home” you couldn’t meet his eyes. You spun back around and unlocked the door. Azriel’s arm quickly blocked you from walking through the door.

“You live at the house of wind” his shadows began to curl around his neck. No doubt Rhys or Fayre had filled him in on your plans to move back into your apartment tonight.

“I was a temporary guest” you shook your head. “I think it’s time I move back” you shoved past his outstretched arm and into the bakery.

Azriel, to your surprise followed you in through the door. His wings barely making it through the doorframe. He shut the door behind him and calmly turned to you. “Why now?” his voice was soft as he moved through the room, closing the gap between you. You took a step away from him and he froze in place. Hurt flashed across his face making you want to rush to him but you stayed in place.

“I just think that it’s time for me to move back. It’s been months since….” you trailed off not daring to think about the attack.

“But why tonight? What changed?” he looked at you with pleading eyes, waiting for an answer. “Y/N” his voice was deeply soothing as he said your name. You felt some sort of pull, like the one last night and you finally dared to look up at him. His hazel eyes met yours.

“I know that what we have done is just harmless flirting and there isn’t anything more to it” you said it to protect your feelings but you knew it was a lie. His eyes widened slightly, but you carried on. “But seeing you with Elain tonight got under my skin” you admitted.

“You got jealous?” Azriel smirked.

“It doesn’t mean anything” you blurted out quickly. Trying to salvage any dignity you might have left.

“No?” he asked. “Just harmless flirting, there isn’t anything else to it. That’s what you believe?” he repeated the words back to you as he slowly began to approach you again. His shadows reached out to you but you shied away.

“Exactly” your voice was barely above a whisper as your back found the wall behind you. Azriel stepped closer until he was barely an inch away from you. Your heart began racing as he towered over you.

“I don’t believe you” Azriel’s deep voice whispered into your ear. His hot breath sending shivers down the bare skin of your neck. “I told Elain on our walk that I wasn’t interested. I thought that may be kinder then in front of everyone. I tried to get your attention all night but you barely looked at me” he growled. “Now I know why” he paused, taking his hand to tilt your chin up. You couldn’t escape his eyes now. “Tell me it doesn’t mean anything and I will leave”.

You couldn’t believe how wrong you had been. He had spoken to Elain in private, like a kind male would. Did you expect him to announce to the whole room, to their family that he wasn’t interested? Of course not. You were an idiot. And now you had told him that what you both shared didn’t mean anything. His eyes still held yours waiting for your answer.

“I can’t” you whimpered.

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t tell you that it doesn’t mean anything….” your back was pushed up tightly against the wall, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. “Because it does. This isn’t just harmless flirting to me”.

That was all Azriel needed to here. His lips were on yours as soon as the words left your mouth. It wasn’t like the kiss you had shared this morning, it was full of want and need. He pushed his whole body up against yours as his hand moved from your chin to your neck, angling you to deepen the kiss. His other hand wondered down your body, caressing your hips and pulling you as close to him as you could be.

His kiss tasted perfect on your tongue, you wanted more, needed more. He left your mouth to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You angled your head allowing him better access. Heat flushed through your body as he nipped at the sensitive skin on your collarbone before pressing his lips back into yours.

He leaned down slightly to pick you up. Wrapping both of your legs around his waist as he pressed you back up against the wall. The dress you wore was hitched up around your waist showing your laced underwear off. You could feel his arousal through his trousers as he held you in place and kissed you hungrily. Every inch of your body screamed out for him. He backed you both from the wall and carried you up the stairs to your apartment. His arms held you tightly against him as he effortlessly made it up the stairs.

He kicked open the door and didn’t hesitate as he made his was towards your bed. Azriel laid you down gently and hovered over you kissing you with each breath he took. You reached up to him, undoing the buttons on his shirt. He broke from the kiss to kneel between your legs taking the shirt off over his wings. His muscled torso now exposed to you. Your cheeks flushed as he beheld you below him. Your dress hitched up to show your black laced underwear. A growl reminted from his chest as he slowly, gently moved his hands up both your legs. He teasingly worked from your knee, using featherlight touches, down the inside of your thigh. You shuddered as he ghosted over your core and then began to push your dress further up your body.

He removed the dress over your head until you were left only in your underwear. You let out a shaky breath as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and bent down to place a kiss on your hip. Ever so slowly he pulled the lace fabric down your legs until you ware bare to him. You didn’t have time to think or hide from him as he grazed a finger down your centre. Coating his finger in your arousal before slowly circling the small bundle of nerves. You breathed in a sharp breath at the pleasure that flooded through you at just a simple touch from him.

Your hips bucked up to meet more friction but he took his finger away. Instead wrapping his arms around both of your thighs and replacing his finger with his tongue. You couldn’t suppress the moan you had been holding any longer as he slowly moved his tongue up and down your core. His warm breath at your centre sent shivers up your spine. “Finally, I’ve been waiting too long to hear you moan for me” he roared between your legs. His tongue dipped in and out of you as he moved one of his hands to massage your breast. Tension was building up in your lower stomach as Azriel explored you with his mouth. You threw your head back in pure pleasure as he began sucking on the small bundle of nerves.

With his free hand he lined up the tip of his finger with your entrance before slowly pushing it inside of you. He moved the finger slowly in and out of you as you grabbed onto the bedsheets. “Azriel” you moaned his name. He growled as he added another finger, working you as the tension grew with each thrust of his hand and flick of his tongue.

Your whole body tensed as you reached your peak. Pleasure pulsated through your body as you moaned out to him. Azriel kept a steady rhythm as his fingers still moved in and out of you. Riding out your orgasm. He kissed your clit and you twitched under his warm touch. “Sensitive?” his voice was animalistic as he rose back to his knees before you.

Yes, you were sensitive but you wanted more. So much more. If that was the best orgasm you had ever had what could the rest of him do. You got on your knees in front of him and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. You reached out for his belt, unbuckling it then undoing his trousers. His eyes met yours briefly and you nodded.

Azriel stood from the bed and dropped his trousers. You swallowed hard at the size of him, he was beautiful. Every inch of him was toned as if he had been carved by a god. Slowly he climbed back over you, lowering you down onto the bed. He kissed you passionately as he hovered over you. One of your hands got lost in his black hair whilst the other snaked between your two bodies. You slowly traced your fingertip up his muscled thigh until you found his member. He moaned deeply as your hand softly rubbed at the velvety soft skin.

He pushed himself forward, covering himself with your arousal before you helped line him up to your entrance. An inch at a time, he pushed himself slowly into you. You gasped as he stretched you. Each inch he waited for you to adjust before carrying on until he was fully buried deeply into you. Then, he began to move. Slowly at first, teasing you as he kissed up your neck. Then he began to quicken his pace. Thrusting into you with force as you moaned underneath him. Your legs began to shake as you could feel the tension building again in your stomach.

Azriel was hitting the precise spots you needed him too with each thrust of his hips. “Good girl” he praised as you arched your back into him. The new angle made everything hit even better as you tensed around him. You could feel the heat rising through your body as a burst of pleasure filled you and something snapped within you. The snap took your breath away, filling your body and soul with ecstasy. Azriel moaned as he also reached his climax, his thrusts into you became sloppy as he rode you both out.

He pulled out of you and laid next to you before pulling your body tightly towards him. You rested your head on his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around you. Your legs tangled with each others. The two of you laid there for a moment, catching your breath and coming down from your climax. Your bodies were covered with sweat as you held one another tightly.

“Thank the mother for no interruptions” Azriel smirked as he kissed your brow. You burst out laughing as he cocooned you in his wings.

Chapter 12

Eddie Munson X witchy!reader Headcanons

AN: is this self indulgent? Absolutely, but I fully believe this sweet nerdy boy would be more than pleased with a witchy woman lol please enjoy my babbling, I actually have more thoughts on this subject so there may be a part 2...

Warnings-some language, some suggestive content, read at your own discretion

Eddie totally gives her cools rocks he finds.

Sometimes he'll be walking to his usual dealing picnic table and something on the ground will just catch his eye.

Its not at all uncommon for him to gift you little pieces of nature he finds that remind him of you.

A rock he found on the shore of Lovers Lake that he swears is the exact same shade as your irises.

A white pebble that reminds him of the moon, which in turn reminds him of you.

A single wildflower he came across that just happens to be your favorite color.

He appreciates that you enjoy and see beauty in little things.

He doesn't have much money, but for once he doesn't feel like he needs to. Yes, he'd love to be able to take you out more and spoil you like you deserve..

But there's something about the way you blush and your eyes sparkle when he gifts you a little piece of nature with no value, other than it made him think of you, that could make him totally forget about the existence of money.

Has no problem just wondering around the woods with you.

You wanna go look for mushrooms for your photography class, he is down.

You wanna go look for animal bones? He's, well honestly at first he's basically just this...

But no seriously at first he was a little creeped out.

Once you explained to him that it was nothing more than you finding them beautiful and fascinating. He is absolutely down.

After listening to you talk about how much they intrigued you and seeing how dreamy your eyes get when you mention something about "finding beauty in death" or something poetic like that; anyway ya, he was down, totally down.

Seeing you wandering the woods though was a totally different thing, way more than he was ever prepared for.

He'd often stop behind you for a moment, and just watch you. He'd take in you're movements. The way you almost seemed to float through the trees, with your long flowy dress and your 'Stevie Nicks' shawl.

You look ethereal. You reminded him of an elf or a fairy, something from one of his fantasty books or games.

When you stop and bend down to a bunch of flowers, picking two before silently thanking the plant. Placing one flower behind your ear you skip over to Eddie and place the second flow behind his ear.

You leave a soft kiss on his cheek before grabbing his hand and skipping on, with a wide eyed Eddie training behind you.

He hates to admit it, but he totally pops a boner over the whole ordeal.

He can't help it! He's been into D&D and Lord of the Rings for years! Of course he's thought about fucking some sort of fae in the woods!

This is so so so fucking close to a dream come true.

Now only one question, would you let him fuck you in the woods?

Okay actually another question, would you be down to wear some fake fairy wings while he fucks you in the woods?

The answer to both of those questions is yes.

100% wants to try some sort of ritualistic sex stuff.

He is quite honestly just a little bummed when you break it to him that you don't know anything about ritualistic sex stuff, so that probably won't happen.

You wind up letting him fuck you in the dark with a circle of flickering candles surrounding you, and a couple other things thrown in to add to the ambiance.

It may not be actual, real, ritualistic sex; but you're sweet Eddie is nothing if not theatrical, so you're more than happy to indulge in the theatrics for him.

Read here or on A03

Exactly what it says it is, it's Feysand Chapters of ACOSF.

It's not going to cover all of ACOSF, nor is it changing the plotline overall, but if you were disappointed with the lack of Feysand in ACOSF I believe you will enjoy this.

Starting off after Chapter 46 - Feyre's thoughts about what has happened.

Feyre still had tears covering her lashes and did not see Nesta flee from the apartment. She placed a hand over her protruding belly.

“The babe in your womb will kill you.”

Nesta’s angry words rang in her head. Nesta had always been callous, had always known what to say to make Feyre hurt the most. Feyre had hoped the last few weeks had changed her, she seemed to be better. But Nesta had taken the first opportunity to hurt her, like she had so many times in the past. Feyre did not know why it hurt her so much, Nesta had done the same thing months ago. When Feyre found out how much she had spent in a single night of gambling and drinking. When confronted Nesta only attempted to humiliate Feyre and demanded she never speak to her again.

Feyre’s paint covered hand went up to stop the tears dripping from her eyes. She wanted to believe Nesta had told her because she loved her, because she thought she deserved to know the truth. Like Feyre had thought she deserved to know about her abilities with the blades. But Feyre knew, Nesta was hurt and wanted Feyre to hurt as well.

Feyre looked down at the paint on her hand, a bright shade of blue.

Moments ago, she had been in her painting room, laughing, painting, thinking up ideas for the nursey. All of that felt empty. Why should she build a nursey for a baby she would never get the chance to hold? Sadness threatened to overwhelm Feyre, and she felt for Rhys down the bond.

I know.

It was all Feyre could send him; she was so incredibly angry.

Feyre… he started to respond back, and she could hear the shakiness in his voice.

Feyre shut him out of her mind, placing a wall between them as hard as steel. She could feel him gently knock on it, but she ignored it. Her eyes met Amren’s –

“Never again” Feyre said with all the power her station commanded.

“I...”

“Never again or you will find a new court to serve” Feyre interrupted “I don’t care what he commands, I’m High Lady as much as he is High Lord. Never keep a thing of this importance from me again.”

Amren nodded.

“Was there a vote on it? Like she said?” Feyre asked.

“Rhys gave the order, no one voted” Amren said, “I think if we had, we would have voted to tell you. Especially after…”

“After what?” What more did Feyre not know.

“You need to speak to Rhys.” Amren said quietly.

Feyre could have winnowed back to the house; it would have been easier. The walk was what she needed though, she kept up a solid pace and felt the chilly air against her skin. Feyre hoped the air would cool her blood down.  She was so angry, angry at Rhys, angry at Amren, angry at Nesta.

Nesta had wanted to hurt her with her words, and it had worked. Feyre played right into her twist game, just like she had so many times before. She couldn’t help but let out a sob, thinking of how many times and how many ways her sister had hurt her. This was different though, this affected her son.

Feyre placed a hand over her belly, trying desperately to not let fear or anger seep into her son. She thought back to the last appointment with Madja, how she said the wings would make for a difficult delivery. She had not said it would be an impossible one.

All this time she had been planning for her son. She had even mentioned to Rhys that they could teach him how to fly.

Rhys…

Feyre placed both her hands on her belly now, feeling Nyx’s kick her.  The boy The Bone Carver had shown her was still in her mind, even after all this time. Feyre had even painted the imagine of the boy, hoping to show her son one day. A day that would now never come. Tears threatened to leave her eyes again, but she saw the River House in the distance.

Feyre stopped her walk to admire it, calling it a house was an understatement, but Feyre wouldn’t call it a manor. She had lived on a manor when she was young and again in the Spring Court. Those had never been a home to her, never had then been a place of dreams and laughter. This place, this house, it was a home, it had been a treasured gift and a promise of the future.

“So build a house for us, Feyre. Dream as wildly as you want. It’s yours.”

The home she and Rhys, had only dared to dream of, to wish on stars for. The home where they would live out all the dreams they still wanted to come true. The home they had both been deprived of, and now would never come to pass.  

They had been so close to happiness, too close. Feyre bit her lip, holding back tears.

She slowly walked up the stairs of the house and entered her son’s nursery. She looked over the mural she had begun to paint, and her hands idly stroked the plush cradle she had bought months ago. Closing her eyes, saying a silent prayer to the Cauldron, she turned around.

Rhys was standing in the doorway, waiting for permission before entering. The look on his face made Feyre nauseous, it was a look full of fear, of terror. She slowly walked over to him, the walls of her mind still up –

And then, her beautiful, kind, adoring, mate… broke.

Rhys crashed to the floor, his sobs filling the room, his hands gripping Feyre’s paint covered shirt. He was repeating the word sorry over and over, but with the sobs Feyre could barely make it out.

Feyre let the walls of her mind fall, reaching into his mind, she felt it all. The terror, the terror of losing her, of losing them both. She saw in his mind him Madja confirming what he feared the moment he heard of the wings, and saw him go to Miryam and Drakon, the look of pity they gave him, of him on his knees before Helion… asking… no begging Helion…

“Rhys” Feyre said with sadness and understanding. She fell to her knees as well, gripping his face between her hands.

She planted kisses over his face, over his tears. He had not wanted to share this terror with her, with anyone. Feyre saw all of him, she saw how much he loved her, how much he valued her happiness over anything else. Saw his desperation to save her, to prevent this tragedy.

“Feyre, I tried…” Rhys sobbed out “I wanted to…  I needed to find a way to save you. You were so happy; how could I rob you of happiness?”

Rhys eyes still didn’t meet hers.

“Rhys look at me” Feyre begged. His purple eyes shooting up to meet hers “I see you” She said the words she had said to him long ago, “I see all of you. I love all of you.”  Feyre took him in her arms and held him through sobs. He gripped her tight, as if she would vanish if he let go.

HEY GIRLIE LUV UR BLOG was just wonderin what type of modern media (like after the 80s or smth) henry wld like in ur opinion? things like idk music/artists or movies/shows or heck even musicals! ^^

awh, thank you so much!! i'm always heartened greatly to see people finding enjoyment in my blog and my content. i do this for all of us henry-enamored masses, as goddd knows we deserve it. there is such a profound lack of content about him pretty much everywhere.

this is such a thrilling ask to receive! i would love to share my thoughts on that. because i have strong perfectionist tendencies, however, i will deviate from the instructions a little bit and break this down into two sections — a short mention of interests that align with the canonical timeline, and one that attunes to a more modern setting. beware that i'm incredibly biased, but all of these just make sense to me. click on links to hear examples.

so, we know that TSH takes place in the 80s. it's never directly mentioned which year we are actually toying with, but it's sort of generally established in the fandom that the story starts in the late summer/fall of 1983 (richard attending hampden and joining the greek class), and ends in the summer of 1984 (henry doing what he did). therefore, these first few propositions on my end are based on this boundary. not to worry, however — it'll be quite short, as i, as a contemporary member of gen z, have way more things to add to the modern list.

he would be quite fond of classical music, there's no way around it. specifically, and mostly because of donna tartt's own description of him likening an old ballerina, i would even go as far as saying that he prefers ballet. take tchaikovsky as an example — swan lake or the nutcracker as the classics, definitely. i wouldn't even exclude the possibility that he would like to go see performances thereof (aside from reimaginations of ancient greek theater, of course). i'm not exactly well-versed in classical music, but from what i do know, i would also like to add that he could like rachmaninoff, shostakovich, beethoven and bach, of course. chopin, even. and yes, i know, this might be quite boring to uninterested minds — which is why i will be moving on.

to assume a slightly more modernized viewpoint (80s-90s)... he would love depeche mode. specifically their albums some great reward, black celebration, and ultra — the comparably darkest ones. this doesn't quite align with the "canonical" timeline as all of those were released around/after 1984, but i just know he would. specifically the songs but not tonight, only when i lose myself, lie to me, if you want, and (of COURSE) enjoy the silence. just basically depeche mode as a whole — so fitting.

for a more broad approach to slightly older music: tears for fears, the cure, duran duran, billie joel, U2, chris isaak, the smiths.

now, to modern stuff. i have to mention lana del rey. there is no way around her when i talk about henry. ultraviolence and honeymoon are his albums. from UV: specifically shades of cool, black beauty, and the title track itself. from honeymoon: the blackest day, swan song, terrence, and, once again, the title track itself. from other albums, i'd say: if you lie down with me, did you know, NFR, national anthem, and i can fly. a bonus mention of unreleased songs that suit him so well: cult leader, tv in black and white, and serial killer. can you tell i am a diehard lana fan? always have, always will. i could write a novel-length essay about how each song on her discography correlates with henry. i love them both so.

other examples of newer music he would like: mitski (specifically heat lightning and once more to see you, but generally all of them), lorde, mac demarco, local natives, the national, birdy. and — you need to hear me out — some taylor swift songs. i think he would appreciate the poeticism of folklore (e.g. hoax, this is me trying, the lakes) and evermore (cowboy like me, tolerate it). sue me.

when it comes to film and tv... i'd say he would be one of those people who genuinely enjoy silent movies, lol. pretentiously so. to be less humorous, i think he'd quite enjoy complex dramas. the haunting of hill house, maybe. the sixth sense. the shining. the silence of the lambs. hannibal. TROY (although he would complain and complain and complain about the inaccuracy but still like it). a clockwork orange. dexter. evidently, i'm not a huge movie nerd, which is why this might be a little general. but here are just some thoughts.

for musicals, i needed to consult my devoted theater kid friend. to make a long debate short, we agree that it would be the phantom of the opera, les mis, and heathers (for some funny reason). as an explanation on the latter — he would enjoy the hierarchy concept and the dark comedy of it all. but this is just a wild card, lol. the other two are more fitting (specifically the phantom of the opera!).

this took longer than anticipated to compose, but i hope it provides some sort of outlook. thank you, once again, for this wonderful ask! i was overjoyed to say the absolute least.

It's a long day for a loyal guard of the fatui such as yourself, so long your sure your eyes are going to pop out of your sockets and land on the floor for their own version of shut eye. So long that your legs are threatening to break into Itty bitty bits each step you take, you can't help yourself so you pass out upon a luxury couch in the Cryo Archon's treasured Palace.

And a devoted member of the Harbringers happen upon you, poor little ol you who's exhausted themselves of arresting invaders and traitors to the Nation. Too tired to even so much as move an inch.

Who puts a blanket on us? Who puts their jacket? Who just carries us to bed? And who let's us be and pretends to not see us?

(Pls pickle I need harbinger fluff)

(Sure Nonny!) For the sake of this Ask, I’m going to base these on the assumption that you mean something special to the Harbingers because you know these big bads care only for what is theirs! There’s not everyone on here but those that tickle my fancy sure are!

Pierro lets his gaze skim across your prone form; dark, weary circles he notes beneath your eyes, before he approaches. Silent, fluid; he sweeps you up into his arms. Shading your form within the flows of his coat to avoid notice as he strides back towards your chambers within the unit. Without a word offered to rouse or disturb.

Dottore smiles at you, sharp, wide teeth; helpless little Fatui guard, spread so vulnerable in a place any questionable person could walk by. What if a bad, bad Doctor happened upon you? Oh, he’s going to give you that break you so rightfully deserve; it is after all due to those tiny pricks across your arms that you might’ve sunk into tired stupor. Perhaps he went a bit too overboard with dosage of his favorite little experimental being. You’re going to rest alright— and so you’re taken, back to the Doctor’s private labs — only a healthy one makes for good study, and you are after all, very favored.

Scaramouche thinks to leave you to fend for yourself; only idiots leave themselves exposed as you do. Looking down upon your prone form in simmering displeasure. Lifting a sandal to probe quick at your form, before he withdraws it. Clicking his tongue in distaste, he turns to leave, almost striding out the door — he is going to discipline you later, very, very well — before he catches the buzzing gazes of more curious insects, eyeing you up. A terrifying glare and the swift strike of electro is all it takes to scatter them to the four winds. He stalks back into the room, snatches you up and over his shoulder, violent enough, it jostles you awake. “Awake from the dead at last.” The soft hum at your back sending cold shivers down your spine as you realize the cool ire pressed into that terrifying smile you know is upon his face.

“Lord Scaramou—”

“Excuses. Save them for when you’re begging me not to put you to sleep. Indefinitely.”

Oh, he’s going to be in such a wonderful mood.

No one — no one close or familiar to the ways and temperament of the Tenth Harbinger is around to witness her form as she comes across you, broken over from sleepless days. And so when Arlecchino’s brow ticks in that certain, swift knot to witness your state; mild irritation, transparent only to one other — the one in her sights — lying as you are in your state of vulnerability. She takes to a knee and meets you face level; the cool of a smooth, metal claw slipping across your face, the tapering tip of it dragging you out of slumber. “Wake up,” she instructs. “Retire to your quarters if you must.” And although the cold upon your skin — her sharp gaze, her metallic fingers — are insistent, firm, it is only the warm protection of your Mistress Harbinger that penetrates your stuffed mind in that moment.

You feel the muted whistle of approaching danger — a tick ingrained through years of gruelling training — a second before your reflexes have you snapping your head to the side; not a second too late from being skewered upon the 11th of the Lord Harbingers’ weapon. Eyes shooting open to catch sight of thay wide grin, Childe’s gaze focused upon your horrified expression. Boot sinking deep into the cushions at your side as he anchors forward into you. Morphing into laughter as your face turns towards indignance. A gloved hand that traces an almost fond path across the soft of your ear — a nick, you notice with the sting — as he announces, “Nice reflexes, comrade. Not the nicest place for a nap, though, don’t you think? I won’t be able to hold myself back if you’re this open to my advances.” And as you make to rush off the couch, muttering excuses to be elsewhere, Childe grabs at your arm, “Go rest up somewhere you can find peace and do it real well, alright? I’ll see you tonight for our sparring date and you better not get killed then, ojou-chan.”

I just read your summer flash fic and I love it. It's basically every anime summer vacation arc like you said lol. And it got me thinking about primarch x reader in dating sim but it's event summer vacation. And maybe we'll have sex on the ocean lmao.

Thank you. Honestly I didn't think of that.  But stop give me new idea (I like it) and welcome to the....

Primarchs dating sim (but it's a summer vacation event and definitely not dating sim)

You had no idea how you had gotten roped into this ridiculous outing. One moment you had been escorting the Regent to an important meeting, the next you were being ushered onto a ship bound for some "paradise world."

And now, you are still not sure how you'd ended up here, on this so-called "vacation". The Emperor and Malcador had decided the heroes of the Great Crusade deserved a respite. And your duty required you remain at Malcador's side. So here you were, clad in the "swimsuit" as Malcador had called it (You had protested, but Malcador had insisted, commenting that the sun deserved to gaze upon your radiance.) while wearing an enormous sunhat and lounging under an umbrella.

You sighed, adjusting your sunglasses as you stared out at the seemingly endless expanse of beach and turquoise sea. Sparkling white sands stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with luxuriant palm trees swaying in the tropical breeze. 

And of course, there were  the Primarchs. All of them, lounging about in various states of undress as they enjoyed this paradise world. Even the Emperor himself was present, reclining regally upon an ornate beach chair.

Truly a sight to behold.

You snorted to yourself. A day off, indeed. More like a day of torture for you. You hated the sun beating down, reddening your skin. Hated the sand that got everywhere, clinging irritatingly. Hated the saltwater touching your skin. The whole enterprise seemed utterly absurd.

You had scowled, but duty is duty. Now you lay beneath the shade of your umbrella, watching with surreptitious glances as the others splashed in the surf, swam in the cerulean waves or lounged upon the beach. And keeping a watchful eye on Malcador. The old man was snoring peacefully, oblivious to the antics of the Emperor and his sons.  

A gush of water indicated one of the primarchs had been thrown into the sea. They tussled and laughed like young giants, heedless of the damage their play could cause. The Emperor watched with a smile, still radiating power and majesty even in this casual state.     

You crossed your arms, glaring at the sea. Malcador mumbled something in his sleep, rolling onto his side. You grunted, briefly contemplating pulling the umbrella down on top of him.

You sighed again. The sun beat down relentlessly, heating the already-warm sands while waves crashed in a never-ending din. You longed for the cool silence of the Librarium, of pouring over ancient tomes in dim shadows. This place felt strange, unwelcoming.

After a time, Malcador opened his eyes and noticed your state. "Enjoying yourself, my child?"

You raised an eyebrow at him over your sunglasses. "You know I don't like such frivolities, my Lord."

Malcador chuckled. "All work and no play, eh? Even I agree a break is well-deserved now and then."

You scoffed. "Breaks such as sand in uncomfortable places, bothersome insects, and skin burnt lobster-red by sun?"

Malcador laughed  at that. "You do have a way with words, my sharp-tongued child. But tell me, what do you think of them?" He gestured to where the Primarchs continued their aquatic battle.

Despite herself, Your eyes were drawn to them. Even splashing in the surf, their dignified aura remained. They threw back his head and laughed, droplets of water glistening on wide shoulders and chiseled form.

You heard Malcador's knowing chuckle beside you. "Ah, so even you appreciates true excellence, it seems."

You sighed. "They are... warriors."

Malcador patted your shoulder. "Take care, my child. Even the greatest works do not guard against a kind word, or smile from someone like you."

With that cryptic statement, Malcador stood up and wandered off to join the Emperor.

You gazed out at the beach once more. The Primarchs continued their play, drawing ever closer to where you sat. As one approached, he paused. You and his eyes met. You lifted a hand in the smallest of waves. After a moment, he smiled and waved in return.

You smiled, turning your face up to the hated sun's warmth. You still hate this place but maybe it's not too bad.

[CHOOSE YOUR ROUTE]

Interview with the Devil-Part 3

So today’s the day. The final day. So many questions. To me it seems more than I had for her, God. Not that this one is more interesting, just makes me more curious. How could one thrive off of evil? How could ruin, run a life? How can the despair of others be your fuel?

Well, today I ask my final four.

As I walk into Starbucks, he is waiting today. Dressed to the nines in another Italian suit, hair slicked back, and shades on, he does look cool. Hip, I guess you could say.

“I’m ready today”, he laughed. “I hope you have some good stuff for me!”

“I think I do. I wanted to close with a bang” I say.

“Let’s light this candle” he says, as if he’s had one too many expresso’s.

“First question”, I say. “Do you have a relationship with God?”

“Well,” he starts, “You know our history. I was up there for what seemed like forever. Then, I just needed time to myself. So, I took a crew, started a little shit, and we left. Not cast out mind you, left. Now, I know she keeps up with me. I see her “people” around. But, I am my own man. I think she needs me. What the hell would she do without me. I’m like her yang. She is the yin. She needs me. Who would think she is so high and mighty without me?”

He took a breath, “God needs a challenge. I am it. I tweak things just enough to balance her world. Let her “save” her souls. I’ve got plenty....”

“Hmmmmm,” I ponder, “Good cop, bad cop?”

He smiles, “You ever watch wrasslin’ Timmy, I know you do. Who do you love? The good guy? Or the bad guy? Who? You love to hate them. But, they are the ones that keep you coming back. Good is boring Timmy. And I ain’t boring!”

“So then, with my second question, can you describe yourself?” I ask somewhat timidly.

“Me?”, He starts, “That’s easy. I am that second slice of pie you want but maybe shouldn’t eat. I am a yes when a no should be the answer. I am the “last drink”, the “just one more”, the “watch this”. I am everything you want. The yes you want to hear. I am the giver of a good time. The no holds barred. I am the giver, but also the taker.”

He went on with “Some say I am a liar. Not true. I bargain. I only promise what you want, for a price. You decide to take my deal. I’ve been turned down plenty. And I am okay with that. I don’t condemn. People do that on their own.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve never sent a plague, she did.”

This guy is making sense to me, and I am somewhat shaken by that.

“My third question will be, did you know Jesus? And did you consider him a God?” I asked.

He starts “Jesus, he was alright. A good guy. Trouble was he believed everything they said about him. All that talk of God got into his head. I mean, I used Judas, his best buddy, to take him down. And they all turned on him. Actually, even I felt bad about that one, what they put him thru. It was a carnival act. I walked thru the crowd and could feel the hate for the same man that they were calling King the week before. Sad.”

He actually looked sullen. Regretful.

“I didn’t really want that to happen. Jesus didn’t deserve that. He was confused. Believed all the hype. But, he was a good dude. He was kickass with the water into wine thing!” He went on, “But, she said it had to happen. Die for our sins. Yes, our sins. It included me. I thought it was a bad deal on her part.”

“And I’m the bad guy? I just entice. Lure. Tempt. You ever heard the the saying “ the devil may care?”. Well, yes, I do.”

I sat there. At a loss for words. Was this an evil lord? Or an evil genius? Misunderstood in the grand scheme? A necessary part of life? I was stunned, and didn’t know what to say.

“Fourth question” he asked.

“Do you think you and her ( God ) could ever reconcile? Get back together?” I blurted out with the first thing that came to mind.

“Look Timmy” he started out, and for the first time looked at the floor, not propped up with his shoulders back, “That I don’t know. I just don’t know. She kinda holds a grudge.”

“I sometimes think I’d like to. We made a great team. But, I don’t like being the second banana. Vanity, I guess. That’s one of her “sins” right?”

“I honestly think she could use someone like me. I could sniff out then snuff out the bad in her world. I know I could. As I said, yin and yang.”

“But, it would be up to her. It’s ALWAYS up to her.”

And with that, he stopped.

And our session was done.

So I thanked him and shook his hand. His palms were sweaty, his hands hot. But they were soft as butter. Like a man that uses his wits over his muscle.

“Thank you for the opportunity to see your side”, I say. “It’s been an encounter I may never forget!”

He stops and looks me in the eyes. Says “If you don’t feel like you’ve had a religious experience, then get your money back. Cause I don’t need it!”

Then turns, and walks away...

I feel a cool breeze as he closes the door.

( feedback welcome )

Pink's ARC-V Highlights - Volume 2: Beware The Blue

Warning: Very Long Post, Contains Spoilers

Okay, uh, I lied. I'm not only here to talk about theories and potential foreshadowing. This series also serves as a quick recap of all ARC-V episodes and the cool moments in them -regardless of relevance to the plot- sprinkled with a generous drizzle of ramblings from yours truly.

If all goes well, you can expect fairly consistent updates, where I cover a few episodes every time. This one, for example, will go over Episodes 3 to 7, since those are the ones I managed to watch this week.

(I. hate. midyear finals.)

If that still piques your interest, then I hope you enjoy the read!

(And yes, I know Yuuto is purple, but purple is technically a shade of blue so the rhyme still works-)

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1) Episodes 3 & 4, OR: The obligatory "No card is useless!" Duel.

We pick up where we left off with the You Show crew, and the mishaps of Learning How To Pendulum At The Unholy Hour of 3 A.M. I must applaud the sheer lack of braincells between Gongenzaka and Yuuya, because wow, I can't believe they both forgot that Duel Replays are a thing.

(This is why only Yuzu has a 60%+ winrate.)

Fast forward through school-flavored pain, and we now introduce everyone's favorite banana peel...

... whom I highkey want to punt off a cliff.

Look, I love Sawatari. I really do. But good Lord, I forgot just how insufferable he was this far back in the show. I had to refrain from punching my screen several times through the back half of Episode 3, because Shingo, you idiot, who the fuck told you it was fine to put 8-year-old children in mortal danger for a bunch of shiny new cards??

Suffice to say, it took me a good while to actually like him after this atrocious first impression... but hey, at least he gets humbled with style!

As far as early-game Duels go, this one is actually not half bad. The "weak card wins you the game" trope is a bit cliché, but Yuuya gets props for turning it into a pretty light show with Kaleidoscorp and Block Spider, and then using said pretty light show to win the game in one turn.

Another thing is that this Duel introduces Action Traps! Gosh, I would have loved to see more of those later down the line. The concept is pretty neat, and the negative effects create an interesting risk, where a Duelist has to stop and think if they really need to grab an Action card, regardless of the potential ramifications of it being a Trap.

Oh, and did I mention that Sawatari gets roasted to oblivion before the final direct attack? Because he does. Yuuya went above and beyond to make this as entertaining as possible to his friends, and as humiliating as possible for Shingo... for which I ultimately have to thank him, because that's the spark that eventually turned Sawatari into the flashy dork we all know and love.

... And because he deserved an asskicking at the time. Sora did well knocking him out, actually.

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Speaking of which—

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2) Episodes 5 & 6, OR: That one time we adopted a war criminal.

I actually kinda like these two episodes. They're nothing particularly special if you look back (well, unless you're subscribed to the theory that the stadium in the first minute or so is the same one from Leo's flashback in Episode 126), but hey, at least we get to "properly" know our beloved sugar gremlin!

God, I love Sora. He's actually pretty terrible at disguising his position as a spy- like wow, he keeps outing himself as suspicious every time he makes a snide comment, even without the context of who he actually is. I think he could only afford to slip up so much because no one could ever guess that he came from a world-invading organization in a reality parallel to their own.

... And also because everyone thought of him as a mere child with a bit of a quirky, mischievous streak. I mean, who can ever think ill of such a sweet little guy?

(Yuuya can, but that's because Sora was annoying him on purpose lmao. It's good that he wasn't fooled by the cutesy act, though; that means he could read Sora better than most, despite his deflection and the constant switching between cutie pie and smug bastard.)

As for the Duel, it isn't much to talk about. The first few Duels are usually for exposition and showing mechanics, and in this case, we just see what happens when a Pendulum monster gets destroyed.

Short answer: It goes to the Extra Deck instead of the GY.

Long asnwer: Yuuya goes through a minor existential crisis, because his mishmash of a strategy comes crashing down the moment Odd-Eyes is out of the equation. How does he deal with that, you ask? Hysterical laughter, that's how.

(Goddammit ARC-V, isn't it far too early to make me question the protagonist's sanity?

... actually, don't answer that.)

Aaaaaaaaanyway, we also get to see the reintroduction of Fusion summoning!

(Look at this cool animation. So clean. So awesome.)

Fluffals are actually a very good Deck to showcase the different levels of complexity of the mechanic, and they get bonus points for the contrast between the cutesy plushies and... whatever animatronic shit the Frightfurs have going on. I am now reminded of how glad I was to see the older summoning methods getting a neat glow-up, especially after ZEXAL booted them out of existence in favor of focusing on Xyz.

(And on that note, I feel the need to stress that it's Xyz, not XYZ. Please. It's been twelve years. Stop confusing the game mechanic with the Union cards, people.)

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3) Episode 7, OR: The one I actually wanted to talk about all along.

Oh this. This. This is where the plot finally starts to move forward. Nothing against the previous episodes, but I did say before they're mostly there for exposition, and that, by nature, is bound to be a little boring.

Unlike here.

I'd like to start by talking about Yuzu, because we have to admit: this is the first time she's relevant to the story as herself, not as Yuuya's friend or as a student at You Show. And boy, does she make it count.

She busts Sawatari on her own, and literally calls him a hundredth-rate Duelist. To his face. In front of his lackeys. Yuzu was ready to take him on, even when she was alone and locked in the warehouse (again, Shingo, what the fuck??), and I'm fairly certain she could've backed up her words given the chance...

Except, well, she wasn't given the chance.

I'm actually willing to let this one slide, because Yoot's interference doesn't invalidate Yuzu's ability to handle this by herself. I see it more as a precaution on his part, and also a chance to learn more about LDS and Academia that he simply couldn't pass up.

There's also the likely possibility that he genuinely didn't know how Duels worked here, and couldn't risk Yuzu getting hurt if he could help it. It's clear that Yuuto was aware she wasn't Ruri at this point (wow, good job man, you're not as colorblind as everyone else), but still didn't wish to involve an innocent bystander in conflict... which actually makes sense, considering his moral code.

And besides, the Duel was still pretty cool! There's something inherently awesome about setting a full backrow board on Turn 1, and the first time I saw it, I was absolutely shooketh.

(Also, there was a copy of Mystical Space Typhoon among the set cards. Something tells me that Yuuto knows it doesn't negate, and that is definitely praiseworthy, because it means that he actually reads the damn cards.)

Even Sawatari gets kudos for Monarch representation. And also for showing us that Prismatic foil and different rarities do exist in-universe, just like in GX. It makes me wonder why most Duelists don't use them, buuut I guess that was just a throwaway detail that they used to highlight Shingo's spoiled rich brat disposition.

ANYWAYS, moving on to more important matters!

Like dark matter. Which exists in space. Which is the theme of many Xyz cards. Among which there is one Dark Rebellion Xyz Dragon.

(HAIL THE T-POSE ALTERNATE ARTWORK!!)

Don't let the lesser requirement of 1 Overlay Unit fool you; the anime version is still worse than the one we got in the game... though it does, at least, have better OTK abilities against non-Xyz bosses.

I still laugh at the fact that it left Sawatari with exactly 100 LP. Poor guy probably thought he could pull a protagonist comeback, but alas, he forgot that he is not the protagonist...

Well, at least he gets a shot at the role in Episode 139, but we're a few ways away from that right now.

And speaking of stuff that we're a few ways away from...

*shakes Yuuto* Did you just- DID YOU JUST FUCKING NAMEDROP ACADEMIA???

I don't remember this at all. I thought he just asked about the significance of the LDS pin and left. What the hell? Why does none of the characters talk about it then? Not Sawatari, not his goons, not even Yuzu? What??

This is really, really weird. I may have to look into it a little more later on, but for now, we return to a bewildered Yuzu... and her absolute party pooper of a plot device.

Yes. You know the one.

(FuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufUCKYOU)

This stupid bracelet and the subsequent events following its activation bring us to a point of great frustration that I would like to touch upon, that being the cast's crippling inability to tell the counterparts apart from each other. Brace yourselves, Duelists; this might be a bit of a long tangent.

*inhales*

Okay, look, there are two sides to this issue; one that can be excused in more than one instance, and one that makes zero sense, no matter how you spin it.

The excusable side is the visual confusion. I understand Yuzu's shock at the situation as a whole, not helped at all by this odd fellow who strongly resembles her best friend.

(And before you say Yuuto doesn't resemble Yuuya for shit, yes he does, if only because the goggles' band is holding his bangs down.)

One must also remember they were locked in a now-wrecked warehouse, so the lighting conditions are bound to be rather bad, and it might be difficult to see clearly as a result. With all that in mind, I can forgive Yuzu for confusing their looks.

The inexcusable side, however, is the auditory confusion. The counterparts -every single one of them- don't sound the least bit similar to each other, even in the English dub.

They could look straight up identical for all it matters, but their voices are so wildly distinct I cannot begin to fathom how anyone can ever confuse them. You could technically make a case for excluding Yuuri and Yuuya since the sole difference between them is voice tone (at least in the sub), but the former is not a subject of comparison right now, and Yuuto's voice is far cry from the latter.

In conclusion of these two factors, I only have one thing to say:

... This is stupid.

This is so, so stupid.

It's so fucking stupid it's not even funny, but it is what it is, and as with every single time anyone talks about this issue, we'll just have to roll with it and be glad when a character doesn't take the bait.

*sigh*

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Well, this should be everything for now, and *checks post length*.... holy shit I didn't think it'd slip from me this much. If you somehow managed to reach the end without dozing off midway through, then you deserve a cookie.

Thanks for reading, and see you soon, Duelists!

29 April 2023 Saturday 12:44 am pt 12:45 am pt

1:08 am pt if a man doesn’t respect a woman when she says no, what is a woman supposed to do? If they have more power in some way than her? She has a lot to fear. 1:09 pmpt

1:19 pmpt

My ex bf was training to be a massage therapist. So here’s more ways incubus is choosing to mislead me. I saw this after seeing a vid of his sister Liza. And then I see this of him sobbing. I don’t know when she was born, so I don’t know if her conception lines up when my first boyfriend broke up with me. Incubus keeps trying to screw with my head. 1:22 am pt that’s soooooo not cool. And I have seen stufff online alluding to Scott’s bone saws ready video on YouTube, that they’re going to saw 🪚 open my uterus. 1:24 am pt not cool. No one should have to go thru this. I wish I was never born. Bcz all rapists are men and all men are rapists this is what the world wil always be like. 1:25 am pt

1:44 am pt 2:01 am pt finally something loaded

2:28 am pt the picture showing off the Los Angeles tattoo, the facial expression, reminds me of Brendan Lean’s Friendster default photo. The blue shirt is almost the same shade as Brendan Lean’s T-shirt in the same photo. December 6, 2021 is the post that went missing after I wrote about it here, so it seems the incubus is still reading my tumblr. 2:31 am pt the Twitter account here is something I stumbled upon I think by somehow finding another Twitter account with the name Tara. I thought of Scott’s friend Tara & Jorge, so I clicked around and somehow I found that one and thought of Scott. Maybe it’s Scott’s account? 2:33 am pt neocities is too close to geocities. Autocorrect put neocortex. Idk what that is but if it’s a part of the brain then I guess this means goodbye forever (bone 🦴 pain brain 🧠pain) 2:35 am pt I don’t want surgery. So I’m not going to get it. They would let me die on the table anyway Bcz the hospitals are too guilty to own up to what they knew. They only (left shin pain 2:36 am pt) they only want to save their own *sses. 2:37 am pt Brendan Lean also put on his Friendster his interests also include: big brother the tv show, conspiracies, and clock work orange the movie. 2:38 am pt

2:55 am pt

these are me when I was probably 4 years old? These are similar to seductive model poses. Maybe you will disagree but that’s what I remembered was in my head. 2:58 am pt. The incubus demon lord wanted me vulnerable to child rapists. My dad never touched me in any inappropriate manner. This was all the incubus’ doing. 2:59 am pt

3:07 am pt the order of the births in my family with the astrological signs, makes me think that god could be serious about renewing the apocalypse for another 2000 years or forever. Forever popped up in autocorrect when I was trying to type for. 3:09 am pt the unfortunate part for me is that means I’m dead. 3:09 am pt

3:11 am pt I didn’t really get to live the life I wanted. Only what I was addicted to. 3:12 am pt

3:49 am pt incubus kept saying “death” everytime I found an edit. I was so in denial, thinking a miracle would happen and he would stop the destruction of my (left side back stabbing pain 😖😭 right hip bone 🦴pain neck pain 3:51 am pt I don’t deserve this!) right thigh pain 3:51 am pt left shoulder 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😖😭😫😩 coughed) acid hot brain 🧠 butt pain 3:53 am pt) they (again! Brain 🧠) keep misleading me. 3:54 am pt

3:56 am pt I maybe got the ideas 💡 from tv 📺? Or maybe I saw mom like that. These pictures were taken in Menlo Park. 3:57 am pt 3:58 am pt

4:01 am pt when ever you see news 📰 of stuff being phased out, it usually doesn’t happen when it involves cars 🚗. That’s why everything all the dates are far in the future. It’s usually a false promise. 4:02 am pt

7:46 am pt I think 💭 the incubus flip flops 🩴 on me the same way garrido did on dugard. Similarly. But it’s more probable that any tears 😭 are faked when it is incubus 7:47 am pt

8:06 am pt stop 🛑 putting smelly smells 👃 on me incubus. I don’t want to smell like fish 🐟.

8:07 am pt no one questioned why heather hampton went to so many of incubus concerts and then took down the count? More than 200? I think 💭 the incubus s deleted me screen 📺 shot with the concert count. 8:08 am pt was it more than 300? Like 345? I guess it don’t matter Bcz I’m going to lose my legs 🦵. Which is why they’re making me smell like fish 🐠. 8:09 am pt yeah they’re mean.

8:11 am pt I feel like there’s nothing to fight for again. I’m a loser. Men will justify rape and kidnapping and trafficking/prostitution. 8:13 am pt that’s why Sierra LaMar’s “hoax” cry for help went ignored. That’s why some other guy who probably didn’t do it is paying for something he didn’t do in prison. 8:14 am pt

8:19 am pt can’t add pics again 8:20 am pt

1:26 am pt incubus is still making me sick 😖😭 woke up with tummyache. I still feel pain in my flesh and bones 🦴. Hot heat probably acid. My buyer bones seem a lot shorter compared to earlier this week. After feeling acid on my butt bones 🦴 when I sat. His story with the old man 👴 with the LA hand 🤚 gestures and Lakers symbol in the background saying forest 🌳 instead of Lakers: foe rest. Probably means I r.I.p. in the grave. Everything is hidden code /fake out meant to mislead me. Acid throat pain. 1:30 🕜 am pt brain 🧠 acid hot acid brain 🧠 pain 1:30 🕜 am pt 😖😭😫😩🥵coughing difficulty breathing 1:31 am pt

2:19 pmpt

Last time I went about five months between doing a set of STAR WARS fic recs, this time it’s only been three months! Hurrah! It helps that, as always, this fandom puts out an incredible amount of excellent fic, so I feel like I’m never hurting for fics I want to yell about and shove at people, which is something I continue to appreciate as it often feels like so much of the world is such a huge tire fire. It helps to be able to find fics to retreat into, to have fun with, to express joy and creativity with, and so many of the authors in this fandom are just so good at this! To the point that these sets sometimes take awhile because there are always more fics I want to add, until the post starts threatening to be overly long instead of a decent length–in my defense, no seriously, you guys are just too good! Also, I forced myself to stop at 69 fic recs, because yes I do think it’s funny. (Nice.) STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & dooku & yoda & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 4k    This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ No Rest for the Weary by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & jedi & ocs, 61k    Needing a break from life at the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, visit a Jedi AgriCorps settlement on the Midrim planet of Helia. There they encounter new friends, new enemies and have new adventures, all while attempting to navigate their sometimes turbulent relationship as Master and Padawan. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k    After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.7k    During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ the master, the padawan, the Force by skatzaa, depa & caleb, 1.4k    Caleb expects things to be different after Master Depa takes him as her padawan, but really, it feels like nothing really changes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip    Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k    Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fifth Migration by wrennette, yoda & mace & obi-wan & ki-adi & yarael & coleman & plo & palpatine & cast, 2k    How about an AU where the Sith’s Grand Plan accounted for everything -everything that is, except the fact that the Jedi temple is actually an very ancient spacecraft and the second word got to the Jedi about there being clones on Kamino, all Jedi are called back inside and they take off immediately? Just imagine the dear chancellor’s face… ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k    A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Mind Your Words by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 7k    Obi-Wan reminds Anakin that there are consequences for careless behavior for young Jedi on missions. ✦ (you taught me) the courage of stars by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 5.1k wip    Ahsoka Tano flees after a warrant for her arrest is issued, but not before receiving aid from an unexpected ally. (Ahsoka proceeds to go on a road trip filled with a bunch of strangers who all say the same thing: Obi-Wan Kenobi is much more than he has ever appeared to be.) ✦ they faked it (guess everything’s complicated) by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.5k    Ahsoka temporarily loses memories of the events of Obi-Wan’s fake death. To help with the healing process, Anakin and Obi-Wan have to pretend that they’re okay. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, body horror, 1.3k    The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ Unpleasant Truths by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    Obi-Wan and Anakin are stuck in a room with one another while waiting for truth serum to wear off. ✦ moment’s silence by skatzaa, obi-wan & owen & beru & luke & leia (pre-obi-wan/beru-owen), 2k    Owen had long since resigned himself to trouble, whenever Beru got that particularly stubborn set to her jaw. ✦ hold gently and let go by shatou, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash?), 1.7k    A troubled Anakin comes to Obi-Wan to discuss attachments. ✦ sun child by Ro29, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    (or; sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can) ✦ A Dinner Out by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & cast, 1.6k    Obi-Wan can’t get his young Padawan to eat much, so he tries something new. But trying something different has unintended consequences. ✦ Shades in the Desert by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & luke & owen/beru, 10.8k    Not even from a certain point of view did Darth Vader kill Anakin Skywalker. He wished he did, but the specter of the Jedi’s light escaped before he could finalize his fall to the dark. Meanwhile, Anakin is raising his son on Tatooine. ✦ somewhere along in the bitterness by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, major character death, 3.8k    It was probably the twelfth day floating alone in space that Obi-Wan and Anakin realized no one was coming for them. ✦ Songs for Little Jedi by soft_but_gremlin, mace & younglings, ~1k    The initiates are having nightmares, so Mace sings a lullaby to comfort them. ✦ atmosphere level by softredscrunchie, obi-wan/satine & qui-gon, 1k    As a joke, Satine tells Obi-Wan she thinks Mandalore is flat. He doesn’t take it well. ✦ on sith holocrons and misunderstandings by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin & mace & yoda & cast, de-aged!obi-wan, 7.2k    or, de-aged!Obi-Wan has the same Force bonds as adult Obi-Wan, and he does not react well. ✦ Perseverance & Resilience by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k    In the aftermath of Naboo, Obi-Wan realizes he needs strength to protect his new Padawan. Growing up, Anakin needs peace. ✦ A Delicate Balance by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & yoda & jedi, spanking, 9.6k    As Anakin’s skills grow, so too does his penchant for getting into trouble. After a training mishap, Obi-Wan struggles with his role as Anakin’s master. ✦ mirror, mirror by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k    Obi-Wan has been rescued by Anakin after being rather embarrassingly kidnapped on the remote planet of Ilnuria during his investigation of rumored kyber crystals deep beneath the planet’s surface. …But is all as it seems? ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & ponds & cody & jedi & cast, 12.5k    Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k    Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. Because of course Obi-Wan had thought of that as well. ✦ Drunken Lullabies by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin & siri & quinlan & aayla & garen & bant & ferus, 6.5k    “Do I really have to go to this thing?” Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker dramatically sighed. “It’s sooo boring!” ✦ heaven knows how I love you by the_13th_battalion, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k    Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka are stranded on an unfamiliar planet overnight. They spend their time exploring the community- and maybe they get a little closer to each other along the way. ✦ A Reckless Padawan by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, spanking, 3.9k    When Ahsoka upsets Anakin with an act of reckless disobedience, it falls to her grandmaster to help her see the error of her ways. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k    Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ Nostos by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, 17k    Or, how Obi-Wan and Anakin discover that there are many ways to come home. ✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k    Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light ✦ encode by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & padme & handmaidens & cast, 26.3k wip    Instead of being accepted into the Jedi Order at the age of 9, Anakin Skywalker became a ward of Naboo. ✦ Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs, obi-wan/anakin & mace & ahsoka & shmi & padme & cast, 31.9k wip    When Anakin Skywalker was nine, he left his whole life and mother behind to follow Qui-Gon Jinn to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. When Anakin Skywalker was twelve, he left his whole life and Master behind to follow Mace Windu to the Outer Rim and away from the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker was twenty… ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 44.7k wip    Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k    “I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience. ✦ Exceptions by rinverse, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & quinlan & cast, NSFW, modern au, 23.4k    Young and brilliant, Anakin is the mind behind JEDI Tech’s latest innovation. Obi-Wan is the company’s perfectly composed Director of PR & Marketing. And last night, they were just two strangers at a bar, looking for something quick and easy. But life had other plans when it crossed their paths again the very next day. ✦ Here There Be Dragons by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 10.1k    Anakin knows why he can’t shift into his animal form like every other Jedi. It’s because he doesn’t want to, it’s because he’s had a vision of what he would become, and he doesn’t want it. ✦ Waiting in a Sea of Stars by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    Stranded in deep space, Obi-Wan and Anakin wait for rescue. ✦ Tristitia by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 5k    An alternate timeline where Palpatine focuses his attentions on Obi-Wan Kenobi instead of Anakin Skywalker after the attack on Naboo. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 11: Communication, What Communication? by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, mobster au, 7k    a 7k obikin PWP that is somehow a prompt mashup of a mobster au, an accidental sugar daddy au, with a soupçon of an anakin never left tatooine au, and a pinch of qui-gon was anakin’s dad au ✦ who a person truly is cannot be seen with the eye by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, spanking, 3.6k    Anakin purposely avoids doing what Obi-Wan tells him to do. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 12: Potidaea, 432BC, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, historical au, 4.3k    Here is a short smutty scene inspired by all those classics asks, Alcibiades praising Socrates in Plato’s Symposium, and this vase c.490-480 B.C. depicting standing, face-to-face intercrural intercourse between a bearded man and a youth, which as far as we can tell was the most common and accepted position for it in Ancient Greece. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 13: Minikin and Tiny-Wan by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.4k    Happy May the Fourth! In honor of this happy day, I have written the fluffiest, crackiest, vanilla-flavored smut imaginable. Based on long discussions on discord with tomicaleto about her adorable Tiny AU. ✦ to hold until brightness by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.4k    Obi-Wan feared that it drew out the darkest in him, to bring Vader to these flashes of light, but it was a trade he would make again and again without hesitation. ✦ May Be Found, If Sought by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan/anakin & mace & quinlan, magical academy au, 2.3k    In which Quinlan, Mace, and Obi-Wan teach Non-Traditional Magical Philosophy in an institution rampant with academic snobbery and discrimination, something dark is stirring in the nearby forest, and no one is ever prepared for Anakin Skywalker. A small story about first meetings in magical academia. ✦ infinitely varied by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 2.2k    Also known as Obi-Wan and Anakin teach a tiny program called A.H.S.O.K.A. how to be something more than lines of code via the power of linguistics. ✦ recipe for disaster by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 9.8k    When Ahsoka tells Anakin she doesn’t want to learn piano anymore, Anakin is heartbroken. He doesn’t care about the instrument, obviously, but he’s practically in love with her teacher. Obi-Wan offers up a solution to their impending separation, and it’s not dating like any normal person would suggest. Instead, he’s gonna teach Anakin how to cook. Except Anakin’s a pretty well-known chef, and Obi-Wan is absolutely awful in the kitchen. ✦ Pretty Kitty by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k    “Master, you always take such good care of me,” Anakin says, a little chirp coming after his sentence, as his thumb rests on Anakin’s plump bottom lip. ✦ As One, Into Eternity by Pseudonymoose, obi-wan/anakin, force ghosts, 3.1k    Death comes, but the man who was, and is, and will be Anakin Skywalker is not gone. And in the Force, he will never be alone again. ✦ does he make you laugh? by y0u_idjits, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, fusion fic, 3.6k    “Tell me it’s not about screwing the guy who’s screwing your husband.” ✦ Rotten Work by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, 2.8k    Obi-Wan: I’ll take care of you. Anakin, with bloodshot eyes and a broken back from hours of terrible posture: It’s rotten work. Obi-Wan, who needs to bathe this man for his own sanity and health: Not to me. Not if it’s you. ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k    Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ understanding is honoring the truth beneath the surface by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 7.3k    Anakin asks Obi-Wan to take control. ✦ The strongest stars… by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin & beru & cast, NSFW, 7.4k    The war’s end seems to be close, with everyone looking forward to it. And when Anakin is doubting himself the most, an unexpected visit arrives at the Temple. ✦ home has a heartbeat by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 5.6k    Or: Anakin and Obi-Wan are together, but there are still some things left unsaid between them. ✦ turn back now (i’m haunted) by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & quinlan & ahsoka & cast, modern au, ghosts au, 25k wip    Anakin Skywalker’s house is haunted. Luckily for him, Padmé knows a ghost hunter. Unluckily for him, it’s the hottest, most english-professor ghost hunter he’s ever seen. And extremely unluckily for him, he’s starting to get the feeling he understands maybe ten percent of what’s actually going on here, not to mention what’s at stake. ✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.2k    Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing. ✦ Provocation by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.9k    Or: Obi-Wan and Anakin attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with barbed words and wilful ignorance. It wasn’t going well. ✦ Languages by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.5k    So Anakin pulls out a map and makes a list. REBELS RECS: ✦ The Scent of You by ambiguously, kanan/hera & cast, a smidge of nsfw, 2.9k    Everything changes after Malachor, and Kanan has trouble finding his balance. ✦ Heard It in a Love Song (Can’t Be Wrong) by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 2.7k    Kallus can’t quite figure out what makes Zeb tick, but he keeps trying. ORIGINAL TRILOGY/MANDALORIAN RECS: ✦ A Discussion of Choices by Peppermint_Shamrock, luke & mace, 2k    Mace Windu has traveled the galaxy since the fall of the Republic, keeping out of the Empire’s sight and teaching where he can. Upon the request of a ghost of an old friend, Mace finds himself instructing Luke Skywalker, who is still reeling from the truth of Vader’s identity. ✦ staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave, luke/din & obi-wan & grogu & mace & cast, 25.7k    “Gone to a Child of the Watch, the Darksaber has,” Grand Master Yoda announces in his creaky little voice. “Peace, there is not, and yet peace, there must be.” ✦ Released by Peppermint_Shamrock, cody & rex & luke & cast, 6k    Nearly two and a half decades late, Cody’s chip is finally removed. Adjusting to having his mind returned to him after so long takes time, and Cody struggles with questions of his purpose of the past, present, and future. Fortunately, he does not have to struggle alone. ✦ A Tatooine Rainstorm by skatzaa, leia & luke & shmi, 1.7k    Leia meets a ghost. ✦ Dealing with the Darksaber by Peppermint_Shamrock, din & bo-katan & cara, 1.3k    After her recovery, Bo-Katan contacts Din to challenge him for the darksaber. Din is still very much not interested in the whole affair. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE

daddy issues; D.M

summary: you and draco bond over issues in 6th year

word count: 2.4k

warnings: err angst, comfort, illusions to sex

song: daddy issues (the remix) - the neighbourhood

a/n: i tried not to make it stereotypical bc i didn’t wanna make it seem all “i like older men lol”, probably my fav fic i’ve written, also arent these anime gifs so cute

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Take you like a drug

I taste you on my tongue

Tongues battling for dominance, bodies rubbing against each other searching for a feeling. It’s become routine now, a different person in your dorm swallowing a new pill, entangling limbs with someone just to feel something.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

It was a constant cycle, putting yourself out there seeking the male attention you crave, seeking validation, constant reassurance and trusting too easily. That’s how you ended up with a different guy who always in the end leaves. You trusted too easily and people took advantage of how trusting and naive you are just for a quick shag.

You wished it wasn’t like this but that’s all you knew, wanting to be the best version of yourself for someone just to feel needed, no matter if the person was good or bad for you. You didn’t care, you wanted love from anyone you could get it from even if it just hurt you more.

You’re familiar with the absence, something stable made you feel a bit wary. It wasn’t something you were used to. Your father wasn’t the most present in your life, and even though he's there, he's never really there.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

You always wondered where you went wrong, he preferred your siblings over you and doesn't pay you a piece of his mind. Constantly going out of your way to get his attention whether it was academically or acting a certain way just to get some sort of reaction. But he was too preoccupied with his other children, even if they were from your mom or his affairs.

That’s how you found yourself right now sitting in the astronomy tower past curfew watching the rain fall, trying to clear your head while humming softly to yourself to keep yourself distracted.

You hear distant chattering from below and quickly get up from where you were sitting and make your way to your dorm unnoticed by anyone.

Except one person, Draco Malfoy.

I tried to write your name in the rain

But the rain never came

So I made with the sun

The shade

Always comes at the worst time

He’s seen you before, you’re known around Hogwarts for how you put yourself out there and how ‘desperate’ you are for some affection. He almost feels bad for you, but he’s in no place to judge. With his dad in Azkaban Draco had so much more to worry about, like his task and how he can succeed. But there was something about you that intrigued him that he couldn't ignore.

He saw you again in transfiguration the next day and noticed a few hickeys littering your neck that you had tried to cover but it didn’t work. He wondered why you gave yourself up to so many people, but once again he was in no place to judge. He noticed the way your tongue would stick out when you focused extra hard, the way your hands would tighten around your quill when you got a question wrong and your face.

The same face that many boys including the older years would fawn over, the face that entranced and attracted many, the face of someone who would do anything for someone for some affection and the face of someone who seeked out all the wrong things.

You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

You walk out of transfiguration on your way to the owlery to send a letter to your parents and feel eyes watching you everywhere. You like it, the attention, it’s something that you thrived in, but you couldn’t help but feel a new set of eyes on you.

Once you reached the owlery you realized you weren't the only one there, Draco Malfoy was also there sending a letter to who you assumed was his mother.

“y/n, right?” he asked, trying to spark a conversation.

“Yea, listen i’m sorry about what happened with your father i know you really looked up--”

“Dont worry about it, he wasn’t as good an influence as I made him out to be,” he sighed, looking away.

“My dad isn’t the best either if i’m being honest, i guess we’re in the same boat” you let out a light chuckle.

And that’s how you found yourself hanging out with draco malfoy bonding over your shared issues.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues

It’s been weeks since you two started hanging out since the interaction in the owlery and have been getting closer ever since. You both sat down together in the astronomy tower, backed against the wall as the cool wind blew against your faces. The aura between you two was calm, a comfortable silence.

“So tell me about your dad, how is it with him in Azkaban?” you asked, tilting your head towards him.

“Mother’s not taking it well” he frowned. “I can’t even say potter’s wrong for getting him locked up because he deserves it. All my life he praised the dark lord and taught me to be selfish and always defend my blood, but he was never there for me when I needed him. I would have done everything just to hear ‘i’m proud of you’ but it never came. It’s worse now because mother’s all alone. I wish I could have stayed with her” he sighed looking out the tower watching the stars twinkle.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been much quieter this year as well, you stopped making fun of people. It’s not that nice on the receiving end huh?” you said with a teasing look on your face.

He shook his head at you scooting closer to you, it’s like the demeanor between you two have changed over the past few weeks. You found yourself pining over him rather than being in someone's bed. But this is how the cycle always goes, you get attached and they leave, you couldn’t help but hope this wasn’t the situation this time.

“Tell me about your father”

Daddy stuck around but he wasn't present

Cheated on your mom but she never left him

First I didn't get it, now I understand

He broke her heart, left money in her hand

So everything got paid for

She made sure you and your brother had way more

Than she ever had growing up

And when you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up

“ I don't know if i’d even call him my father at this point, he doesn't want me.” you sighed. “He's been cheating on my mum for years now and she still won't leave him because she thinks they can work it out. He’s had affairs with different pureblood women and has children with them. But what hurts the most is how he treats them as his own children and treats me as if I don't exist” you said, looking down as tears pooled your eyes.

Draco moved closer to you and brought his arm around your shoulders for a sense of comfort and waited for you to catch your breath so you can continue.

“I just want him to love me” you cried. “I go out my way to try and get his attention with my school work but it never works. That's why I get along with so many guys. I seek the validation, the comfort and the reassurance that I can get from him from others and I am so tired of it. I just want him to want me draco.” tears slipping out your eyes as you looked up at him, you’ve never confessed this to anyone before.

“Everyone always leaves, please don't leave me” you cried

“I’m not going anywhere” he turned his face towards you, leaning forward cautiously as if you were made of glass.

You leaned forward, wanting the exact same thing. Both very hesitant he gently pressed his soft lips against yours and they moved together in sequence, only taking a break to go back to his dorm and to breathe, limbs tangled together for the rest of the night until the sun rose.

I can see it on your face it was rough left a bad taste on your tongue

And she didn't even take any drug

She would rain all day

Couldn't wait for her son to shine

And you made it shine

There when she cried, you saved her life

It's been a week since that night in the astronomy tower and draco had already been avoiding you. It’s humiliating, but you should have known. You thought the ‘bond’ you had with him would last, it felt so genuine this time. So real.

You’d see him around the halls snogging pansy on your way back to the ravenclaw tower, lowering your head down so he wouldn’t be able to see you so you could get by quickly and unnoticed.

But he saw you.

He stared you right down in your teary eyes as he made out with pansy. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, for someone who promised he wouldn’t leave you like everyone else, he did the exact same.

You did the only thing you knew of, you ran.

I keep on trying to let you go

I'm dying to let you know

How I'm getting on

I didn't cry when you left at first

But now that you're dead it hurts

This time I gotta know

Where did my daddy go?

I'm not entirely here

Half of me has disappeared

Draco followed you to the girls lavatory, hearing your shallow cries coming from one of the stalls. He approached the stall you were in trying not to make too much noise so he doesn't startle you.

He felt awful.

He promised he would never leave you, after you both poured your hearts out to each other but he still left. He had too, he was putting you in danger just by being with him. If Voldemort ever found out about you and hurt you he wouldn't be able to live with himself, that's why he took it upon himself to hurt you first.

“y/n are you in here?” he called out even though he knew the answer.

You recognized that familiar voice anywhere. “What do you want draco?” you said, trying to make it seem as if you weren’t just crying.

“I want to talk to you, please”

“No,” you said getting up and pushing yourself out of the stall. “You don't get to just throw me away after I told you everything and just come back into my life like nothing ever happened. Just go away, that's all you guys are good for” you spat.

“Just listen to me, it was to keep you safe. I didn;t want to but i couldn't bear seeing you hurt” he tried to explain.

“Safe?” you laughed. “ and what exactly do i need saving from, malfoy.”

“From me” he said as he pulled up his sleeve revealing his dark mark to you. Your body instantly tensed, you knew he was having problems and his family was involved with the dark lord but you never knew it was like this.

“Draco i-” you tried to say something but the words were stuck in your throat. He stood there looking at you desperately like he was waiting for you to tell him everything was okay, you wanted to be there for him but you didn’t know what to do. You trusted him with everything but he couldn't trust you with this? You thought the bond you had made would have made him trust you in the slightest, but clearly it's always you who’s more trusting.

“Why didn't you tell me?” you managed to say, your voice hoarse.

“I thought you’d leave me, you were the only good thing i had. Please don't leave me” he begged, salty tears escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks as he looked at you with desperation.

“So you thought pushing me away by snogging pansy was better?” you yelled, as he continued to look at you slightly taken aback by your lashing out.

“You know what, go ahead and cry little boy. You know that your daddy did too, you know what your mama went through. You gotta let it out soon, just let it out” you taunted walking closer to him looking straight into his teary eyes.

“This time I'll be the one that leaves.” and with that you were gone.

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do

I know how much it matters to you

I know that you got daddy issues

And if you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

It’s been months since that night in the girls lavatory, and you missed him. You wanted to visit him in the hospital wing once you heard what happened with Harry Potter, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. He left you, and you were tired of always going back to people who just hurt you.

Now here you were at the battle of Hogwarts, standing with everyone while Voldemort and his death eaters stood across from you all.

“Draco, draco come here” you heard narcissa call from across the scene. He looked hesitant, as if he was waiting for someone to stop him but no one did. So he started walking over to his parents.

But you grabbed his hand.

“Stay please” you whispered looking up into his eyes.

He looked back at his parents and back at you like he was contemplating his answer.

“I’ll stay”

If you were my little girl

I'd do whatever I could do

I'd run away and hide with you

I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too

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tagging fun ppl nd ppl who interacted (so srry if u don’t wanna be tagged)

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Care For You; BC

A/N: This piece is +18, minors do not interact.

Summary: You come home from work, only to find your boyfriend, Chris, exhausted and drained. What can you say, when he asks you to make him feel better in your own special ways?

Warnings: sub Chan, soft dom female reader, hand jobs, orgasm control, edging, ropes, dirty talk, use of nicknames (mistress, little, pup, angel, etc), mention of the color system --

Word Count: 4.2k

“Hey, hi baby!” You whispered, sitting down on the edge of the mattress next to Chan’s rigid body, “When did you get home?” Caressing the tangled, short platinum blond locks sprawled on the pillow, you smiled down at his puffy, tired face; it probably wasn’t a good thing that you weren’t answered by a smile.

“An hour, I guess.” He rasped, his cords rugged with sleepiness and something else –something you didn’t quite like. The cool, white sheets covered him up to his shoulders, leaving no patch of pale skin open for your sight, and the faded shade of raspberry on his perky lips further demonstrated just how tired the man was.

“Oh honey,” You cooed, leaning over Chan to plant a kiss on his temple while he lay on his side, facing where you sat, “you seem exhausted. Are you alright? Did something happen?” You couldn’t really help the way your brows knotted as a sign of worry. Using arms as pillars next to your boyfriend’s figure, you bowed above him; ceiling cream lights now blocked away from his sight and he could look up at you with those wide, glossy eyes, the peachy gleam of the bedside lamp reflecting from them.

“I’m okay, babe, don’t worry;” He assured, settling on his back gently, “It was just—a very, very long day!” A light laugh puffing out of him, he pulled on the sheets to conceal the lower part of his face from you, eyes still locked with yours. Chan was always soft –so soft, gentle and sweet, and that was why you just couldn’t stop showering him with light, lingering touches, one now being granted for him across his left cheekbone and the side of his eye by your thumb; he seemed to really enjoy it, lids flowing down and expression turning into a relaxed, almost blank one.

“Anything I can do, Channie?” Your gentle question fluttered his eyes open, “want me to make you something? Or get you some pills to help you sleep?” Sometimes, when he was too spent, it became frustratingly difficult for him to fall asleep, so it wouldn’t be far from ordinary if he were to have the same problem now; puffy eyes, flushed cheeks and tousled locks only asked for a bit of rest.

“Can you take care of me?” His quiet voice rose from beneath the sheets, his linear eyes staring right into yours, making your chest quiver alongside that innocent little request.

“Of course!” You smiled, “What do you need? I can give you a massage…” Your suggestion was met with his negative nod, the grips over the edge of the cover tightening.

“No,” He gulped, “can you take care of me, mistress?” There was already a certain breathlessness in his words which only made you grit your teeth; he looked so devastatingly vulnerable, looking up at you with hope, exhaustion and plea in his stare.

“Aren’t you a little too tired for that, pup?” Was the last thing you wanted to say to him, the last thing he wanted to hear too; shaking his head no, Chan squirmed in place while waiting for you to answer to the desperate request in a way that would satisfy both of you.

Instead, you just smiled. Cupping his right, warm cheek, you lightly pinched its plumpness and traced your hand lower unto his neck and chest, pulling that nuisance of a fabric away from those beautiful lips and skin. He visibly gulped at your movements –at being scanned by your sharp eyes, but made no objections whatsoever; the easy compliance egged you on to inch his figure further southwards, fingers dancing on the white sheet. It seemed like he was bare under the covers, and when your hand finally clasped at the side of his right thigh and absorbed the gentle body heat, your assumptions turned out to be accurate, slapping a smirk on your face.

“Are you naked, little?” You asked, stare switching between Chan’s agape lips and anticipating, bright eyes; he did nothing, as if waiting for your sly hand to figure that out itself. “Why is that?” Your gentle tone tried to coax the words out of the man, “Were you being naughty when I was at work?”

“No!” It was adorable how the reply cut off his quiet sigh, being shot out to convince you, “No, I was just waiting for you, and… I fell asleep.” He explained, his covered chest heaving out of slight nervousness. A light chuckle sprang out of you while you flew down to peck his pretty lips.

“Relax, pup; I believe you.” You assured, “It would be fine if you did, though;” Leaning down on your elbow, you peppered lingering kisses near his mouth, your free hand caressing his bicep from over the covers, “you’ve been so good lately—you deserve a treat, both from me and yourself.” By the way his cheek flexed under your lips, you could tell he was smiling. “So, let’s give you a treat then, angel!” He shivered when your breath rubbed on the sensitive spot under his ear.

As soon as you backed away and got off of the bed, Chan rose up to sit on his butt and see what you were doing, the white cover dropping unto his lap; knowing that you’re being watched, you made your way to the small, antique chest placed on top of a console table next to your closet, and opened its lid, eyes immediately landing on the dark jade bundle of silk rope as well as the small tube of expensive, cinnamon scented lubricant, both of them sitting brazenly over the extra pile of naughty toys and accessories! You grabbed the objects with content, having already formed a plan in your head while expecting eyes bore into your back; you threw the equipment on the mattress right next to the man’s feet, fighting back a smirk when your short glance caught him staring at them and gulping. The chair next to the ajar door welcomed your buttoned shirt and jeans to leave you alone with the tight red top and black panties, watching you silently set a course to your boyfriend back on the bed.

“Are you feeling verbal today?” You asked the young man whose eyes obviously swayed over your figure without any intention. It took a dazed, short while for Chan to answer, but he finally did after a gulp and pursing his lips.

“I don’t know…” He shook his head when you sat in front of his folded legs on the mattress, putting a calf between your locations; his slumped, pale body was screaming for your attention in the most innocent way possible, which wasn’t all that rare for the man, as he, deep down, was very innocent, despite what he liked to show his fans and or had to portray of himself because of his career and his position in their group. It hadn’t really been mentioned yet, but you were aware of the heartwarming fact that you were the only person entrusted with this side of his character –a side he himself cherished dearly yet had always tried to suppress, until meeting you, of course.

“Well then,” You caressed his puffy cheek, pressing your forehead on his and giving him an Eskimo kiss, “we just have to find out, I guess!” Your soft chuckle mixed with the one Chan let out, and you found the moment intimate and soothing enough to begin kissing the man, allowing his passionate lips to gently dance over yours for a while before adding your tongue into the mixture and earning light huffs and sighs from his waving throat.

“Fold your arms on each other.” Guiding his hands, you helped him hold his left forearm in front of his abdomen and place the right one on top of it, wrapping his fingers around his elbows to show satisfaction for the plan; catching the wait in the slouched figure, you got a grip of the ropes behind your rear and started your rather enticing mission of binding the man’s arms together, knots and rings gently kissing his pale skin.

He was more than compliant, once or twice pecking your face when you leaned too close to tighten a knot or readjust a bundle; his breaths were even yet deep, and in between all of that, you could clearly witness a tent forming on the sheet sprawled on his lap, slow yet bold. His mind was taken by your scent, the close but still far away heat of your embrace, and he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to your light, accidental contacts across his arms; dear lord, was he touch-starved!

“All good?” You asked, finally finished with your work. His simple nod was good enough of an answer.

The brightness which reflected from the white covers on the bed turned him even paler and that allowed the jade rope to show off its elegant color on Chan’s bare figure. He looked stunning, blond hair sticking out in this direction or that, lips swollen and red from the excessive nervous biting; there was nothing holding you back from lifting up his chin and crashing your mouth unto his, having him nailed in place by a heavy grip on his thigh. He huffed over your face shakily as your hand plowed in between his locks which you now realized were damp; he must’ve showered after coming home from the studio, you guessed.

“You like this rope; don’t you, puppy?” You giggled, leaving a gentle kiss on his perky bottom lip, trailing down to his jaw and throat while pulling his head back. “Is it the fabric? Or the color?” Your question drowned in the dip of his neck vein as you sucked lightly on it, hearing him whimper impatiently and wriggle in place.

“Color.” He replied simply, trying to gulp with the uncomfortable position of his head. Your tongue, tracing wet lines on the distinct veins and bulges beneath his sensitive skin, made him tense uncontrollably; he was already so worked up, despite being tired.

“Yeah?” Your teasing tone sent a shiver into his shoulders, “I was thinking about getting you that mini wand vibrator you showed me the other day –the jade one…” Looking back up into his eyes, he panted lightly, “Good, yeah?” He nodded once again, not trusting his voice to make an appearance, making you smile with adoration, “What’s so special about jade anyway?” The man’s heart-rate suddenly picked up and he leaned his forehead above your ear out of embarrassment for what he was gonna confess to.

“It was the color of your underwear the first time you… um—the first time I met mistress!” He tried his best to voice his explanation in the least flustering way, however hard it was. The confession was accompanied by his little hiss when you giggled and dragged the covers off of his figure, making sure it created the slowest, roughest amount of friction and grip.

“Oh, right…!” You mused, pulling your head away only inches; he didn’t seem too pleased about that, but watching you lean forward on your left arm nailed next to his hip and looking up at him with a little smile was all he could think about at the moment. Your index finger on the free hand began drawing circles on his hard tip, “That was a good night, wasn’t it baby?” He was too busy staring into your eyes with knotted brows and a bitten lip, obviously tensing to prevent from moving under your touch; seeing his composure, you massaged the head of his member with your thumb and index finger, gliding them down to its edge and dragging back up without haste but with good pressure. “You were bad, really bad—remember?” Smirking, at the way he kept pursing his lips while looking down at you, you came to the conclusion that he probably wasn’t going to be verbal that day; he rarely was, to be honest –only when he was too pent up or maybe too cocky, which didn’t happen all that often, but it was worth the experiment. He might not have liked to be talkative at these times, but he damn sure liked being talked to; he had admitted so more than once, dialogues and monologues being half of the pleasure for him.

Gluing your lips on his chin, you felt him shake as the tip of your finger pressed unto his red slit and slid back and forth, eliciting short whimpers from his agape mouth; he squirmed and squirmed but with no apparent aim, since he neither tried to settle efficiently under your teasing touch, nor did he back away from it to protest. He kept staring at you as if there was something he awaited, gulping and gulping and gulping!

“Lie back and spread your legs for me, sweetie.” You crawled back to grant the man space for his task, the one he fulfilled right after hearing your command.

The now cool spot on the mattress welcomed his muscly back and the sheets straightened when his feet dragged away from each other to make a perfectly fitting nest in between his thighs for you. He had to strain his neck to look over at you, so you decided to help him out by hovering above his torso and grabbing your own pillow to jam it behind his shoulders, creating a better angle for his vision. It was the hardest thing to resist kissing his beautiful lips and you saw no point in it anyway, diving down to steal a few noisy, wet pecks from your boyfriend, retreating into your place near his groin next.

“Mistress has taught you well, hasn’t she?” You purred, kneeling between his legs and sliding them over your thighs to earn the closest spot possible, “You used to be so hesitant –so, so impatient too,” He kept licking his lips while gazing at you, his deep breaths egging you on, “but now look at you; a good,” Your palms slowly wrapped around his length and started screwing over its upper and lower half in opposite directions, “good little angel for me.” His head tossed back from the combination of your words and movements; he was fully hard and flushed.

A low whine echoed in the room when you detached your hands from him and grabbed the lonely bottle from over the mattress instead; the moment its contents poured on your palm and released their exotic scent, a breathy, whisper of your nickname rose also, Chan staring down at what you were holding. He was crazy about this smell –this certain smell that had always awakened a comfortable haziness inside him, enough to make it impossible for him to stand being in the dorm when Felix was baking croissants; it almost acted like an aphrodisiac for him, you had yet to understand why, and it would be a lie if one were to say you didn’t abuse this little effect!

“Red if it gets too much, yellow if you need a breath.” You repeated his safe words, earning a nod, and went back to clasping your palms on his member just like before, copying the same motion again; he shut his eyes with content, sighing when your warmth finally touched him, drenched in a scent he loved dearly.

In a matter of seconds, he was already mewling, dripping with precum, disheveled locks being plunged into the pillows. His state only worsened when your fingers formed a thin ring and placed it right beneath the prominent edge of his tip and started the classic vibrating motion on its ablaze nerves; a motion he had grown used to, no matter how torturous it was. Giving him short intervals, you managed to earn a glimpse of his face when he looked back down on your hand, eyes narrow and cheeks flushed –his entire upper body flushed.

“Am I bothering you, Christopher?” Hearing his complete name, he clenched his jaw and shook his head violently, most displeased with the full stop of your hands.

“No, no mistress, keep going!” His words were rushed and hoarse as he took a second to recount what he had said, “Could you continue?” He restructured his sentence after witnessing the raise of your brow, and his heaving chest, his sweet, calm voice was just too good to be ignored.

“Ah!” You cooed, “Such a polite little pup, huh? You’ve learned how to earn my favor, haven’t you? Yes, you have, gorgeous!” He was already too far away from sanity to comprehend your praises as your once again vibrating fingers knocked moans out of him one after another, having his legs wrap around your hips with the constant, cruel edging.

He couldn’t decide between watching the scene of your connection or throwing his head back to slap whimpers at the headboard; when he landed eyes on your hands skillfully tapping on the underside of his aching length through palms, all he could think of was finishing right then and there –it was shameful, how sensitive he was to the littlest of touches.

“Hey!” Your stern voice brought him back to his senses, making him stop gritting his teeth and look back down at you, “No hurting yourself!” Your frown confused him, your words too, but when you gestured towards his hands with the raise of your brows, he got the message; he’d become so lost in the on and off of the pleasure in his gut that he’d forgotten to notice the sharp pain of his nails digging into the side of his elbow.

This was the best opportunity –no, excuse, to frustrate him in the ways he liked, or usually did; you could only hope he’d like it now, too. Sliding your hands off of his weeping length, you kept a hard gaze on his linear, shiny eyes and placed your hands limp on your thighs, palms upwards to avoid leaving the mess of lube and precum on yourself.

“I told you never to hurt yourself, didn’t I?” His flushed face fell at your words, catching the serious worry on your features, “Don’t you wanna be good, Christopher?”

God, he hated his name when it left your mouth! He hated being called by his name when it came to you, because it never meant anything good. He felt cold all of a sudden, without your touch or a trace of your affection, and being naked was much, much more embarrassing. His chest was already heaving.

“I do!” He managed to voice out, awkwardly hoarse, “I am good, Mistress; always!” After all this time, it still flustered him to call you that certain name.

“Then why did you ignore my explicit order?” Yes, you were making a much bigger deal out of this than it was; the marks weren’t even deep, he knew that, you knew that.

“It won’t happen again –you have my word, Mistress… Please—“ He stopped to gulp past his dry throat, still looking into your soul with pleading eyes; he looked so tired, yet he never once dreamed of protesting –not to your work anyway.

“Please what, boy?” Your question had its sharp edges –sharper than Chan liked it. Was there any affection in boy? None he could feel, no –it felt colder than his own name.

“I wanna be good for Mistress;” He breathed out with knotted brows, “can I have one more chance? Please, I want—“ His arms wiggled desperately in between the rope, “I need to cum—“ He could feel fire searing his ears, “Can I, please? Only Mistress knows how to give that to me…” Was it enough? Did he have to go deeper? He couldn’t tell based off of your blank expression.

“Hmm…” A smile creept on your face just as the hum was released from your throat, “Such good manners!” You praised, lifting one hand to lightly drag over his pale, beautifully shaped thigh and finally plant around his cock again –a short gasp being his response, “Such a well-behaved little cub!” He clearly twitched at that! Your palm dragged up and down his veins and he was once again, jelly at your touch, “Who taught this little pup how to be so good and polite?” His moan interrupted your question when your other hand wrapped two fingers around the sensitive edge of his tip. One second he’d push his hips into the mattress to desert your touch, and the other, he’d push up to pump into your airy fist. “Christopher!”

“Mistress did!” His shaky answer came only after your call brought him back to earth and snapped his eyes open. “Only Mistress can tell pup to be good –he always listens to you, only you Mistress—oh, fuck, don’t stop –please!” His sweet voice became high-pitched whines as soon as the ring of fingers around his tip began vibrating again; squirming and spasming uncontrollably, he began throwing his hips up to feel more than the brush of your thumb on his base and the vibration of your fingers on his moistened head. “No—no no, ’m gonna cum—is it okay? Can—“ The hoarse groans piercing his mewls wouldn’t let him finish his thoughts, and your fingers weren’t helping his intellect either!

The bulging veins on his stretched back neck were ripe for marking and the way his pale skin had become many shades redder out of frustration and tension could only mean one thing: he’s few seconds away from covering his stomach with white.

What was cuter than normal, day-to-day Chris, was this Chris; the one writhing and begging and whining under the gentlest touch you could grant him –the one actually able to cum from that meager touch! His voice wouldn’t lower, making way for shameless babbles and incoherent pleas, and you just wanted to put him –and your cramping hand– out of misery.

“It’s okay, Little,” You murmured, still able to reach his ear from between his own noises, “you can cum in five…” Hearing the start of his countdown, Chan lowered his head to look at you, just like all the times he was close; he wanted to see you, and more importantly, he wanted you to see him lose it all. “Four…”

“Count faster!” His fingers were now somehow wrapped in the thick threads of the rope and tugged roughly; you could feel the way the mattress dipped eagerly behind you as Chan’s feet pressed on it with curled toes.

“Three…” You smirked, knowing full well his need for ‘being good’ is way more prioritized to his body than getting what he wants. He could always take what you gave him –every single time; he loved and yearned for the care that came after his success, he wouldn’t change it with anything. “Two…” A small, ecstatic mewl left him when your thumb caressed his slit rhythmically, body trembling out of the little stimulation that was successfully driving him insane.

“One.”

He managed to keep his teary eyes open as his mouth fell apart wider and wider for a scratchy moan to swim into the room with nothing holding it back whatsoever; a big, irritating knot came finally undone in his burning stomach and then there it was, hot strings of white connecting the skin of his purple tip to his abs, your fingers still delicately wrapped around his twitching cook.

There was a gentle thump when he let his head fall on the pillow and the way his chest rose and fell seemed kind of painful; he, on the other hand, looked as blissed out as he possibly could, sweat gleaming on his temples.

“Everything okay?” You massaged his member carefully to help it soften sooner and when your hands eventually left him, he huffed out.

“I’m good, all good.” He panted, glancing down at you lazily, catching your satisfied smile.

His mind kept slipping in and out of reality, and the next thing he felt was the warmth of a kiss on his forehead as cold, wet wipes danced on his belly.

“You did so well.” You whispered, taking advantage of the close vicinity, “Take a nap. I’ll order some food and we can watch something later before bed.” His hazy eyes stared up at you, nodding when your fingers slid over the knots over his biceps to rid him of the restraints.

“Is noodle soup okay?” You asked as your steps lead you to the chest to put back the items you’ve retrieved earlier, “Or maybe we should get tomato?” Turning around, you were met with the unconscious figure of your boyfriend, half covered with white sheets, face as puffy and soft as spring clouds.

You couldn’t help but coo and return to his side to pull the sheets higher over his naked body, and when he made no movement at your touch, you just knew he was knocked out cold; and that meant he’d be up in two-three hours, hungry as a starved wolf, and he will need any kind of food he can find –so soup is probably not the best idea to satisfy Bang Christopher Chan!