#And then having to clean them up. And thankfully that has been the case. Am pretty much done with the ability to do anything else today

[milkweedman]

Needed something to do last night bc I couldn't sleep, and spinning takes about a million times less brain power than knitting or crochet, so now I'm working on this.

Its from a 2.8 ounce batt that I had labeled southdown Romney blend, and I'm 99% sure that what I was told it was when I bought it (I remember thinking how much I love a good southdown blend), but when I finally unrolled the batt last night it had a label that said Suffolk hampshire blend. I think that's what this is--it feels 100% down breed rather than a down and strong wool blend. Honestly I probably still would have bought it as a hampshire blend, so I don't mind that much.

No clue what to do with it. It's not soft but the prep wouldn't do for socks, which is my usual idea for coarse down wool. It's also got a much darker section that I've been trying to decide how to feature (if it's worth doing at all).

#Supported spindle #Supported spinning #Hampshire #Suffolk #Super bad painsomnia last night n then it's finally morning #And as soon as my mom (she's visiting) got up she wanted us both to do chores #And I by the time I finished that and was sitting down with my coffee I was very relieved and in tons of pain #And then proceeded to spill my coffee all over the armchair I was sitting in and had to spend another hour #Cleaning it up. By which point I was in too much pain to speak and just wanted to go lay down in bed where I might stop making messes #And then having to clean them up. And thankfully that has been the case. Am pretty much done with the ability to do anything else today #So I am just gonna try and spin and not make anything worse #I probably would prefer something rly colorful to spin today but I don't have anything prepped already... and that would be too much effort #So gray down batt it is

[shares-a-vest]

@steddielovemonth Day 12: Love is... The tea he brings me without prompt when I’m sick (Prompt by anon)

wc: 740 | Rated: G | cw: None

Tags: Sick Fic, Eddie is Being a Total Shit, Wayne Munson, Care Giving Steve Harrington

A Case of the Sniffles

Steve knows that Eddie is sick when he knocks on the Munson’s door, its accompanying flyscreen rattling under his knuckles.

“I’ve grown weak during the night,” Eddie had informed during a too-early-for-the-both-of-them phone call, “Come quickly, my dearest King. For I fear I shan’t make it to sundown.”

But, considering the expression Wayne greets him with, Steve begins to think that Eddie’s dramatics weren’t just a ploy to get him over here.

“You visitin’ Ed?” Wayne asks, throwing his work jacket over his shoulder in haste as he steps over the threshold.

“He called me,” Steve supplies, earning the rarest of laughs from the permanently grumpy elder Munson.

But Wayne quickly stops, clearing his throat and feigning seriousness. And by the look of the hurried glance he gives his truck, Steve suspects the man is happy to be relieved of caring for what sounds like the world’s biggest crybaby.

“Good luck, kid,” Wayne says, patting Steve on the back before quickly ducking his head back in the door, “Eddie! Steve’s here for ya! There’s chicken soup leftover in the fridge!”

There’s an unintelligible whining sound from inside that leaves Wayne wincing as he ventures down the front concrete slab steps.

Steve swears the man dashes to his truck before he can even get out a goodbye.

He heads inside, sighing as he opens the front door.

It creeks away as he steps over the threshold, the sound alerting Eddie to his presence. His boyfriend's dishevelled form lifts slightly from his sick bed on the couch where he is surrounded by tissues and crochet blankets. The coffee table is even more crowded than usual, littered with discarded cups and mugs. Typically Wayne would flip out about this mess but he’s already left the place for dust.

“Steve,” Eddie rasps, raising a limp hand before letting it fall, “Come closer. I fear the light is fading.”

But Steve just snorts a laugh and heads for the kitchen.

“Eds, you have a bad case of the sniffles.”

“I am ill!” Eddie argues, calling after him with complete clarity.

He looks back to find his couch-ridden boyfriend flapping back his blanket, sending a cascade of used tissues flying onto the floor. Eddie pouts, frowning back at him like a disgruntled kitten.

“Just…” Steve begins, reaching for a clean coffee mug on the dish rack, “Give me a minute to fix you something.”

“What is it?”

Again, Eddie’s voice doesn’t have an ounce of sickness behind it.

Steve rolls his eyes, “Just trust me, okay?”

There’s a fussy grunt but Eddie flops back down on the couch without any more protesting, which thankfully gives Steve enough time to locate the teabags, boil the electric kettle and add a dollop of honey to the mug. He makes quick work of fixing a cup of tea, setting it down after making room on the coffee table.

“Drink,” he commands, nodding to the cup.

Eddie grumbles, side-eyeing the mug.

“What is it?” he asks tentatively, folding his arms underneath his readjusted blankets.

“Tea with honey,” Steve explains, lowering onto the edge of the couch.

Eddie falls silent for a long moment, very obviously stifling a smile despite otherwise not looking like he is about to budge an inch to sit up.

“Can you hold the mug for me?” he asks, with a smile that appears just as mischievous as his bright and sunny regular self.

“Fine,” Steve relents.

And honestly? Up close, Eddie does look sick. Though still not enough to warrant the theatrics.

His skin is paler than usual, his nose reddened like he has been out in the snow too long. His hair is a little greasy too as his bangs stick out every which way, making him look like what Steve assumes the townsfolk of Hawkins were thinking of months back when everyone was convinced Eddie was a wild criminal.

They just never got a look at Eddie's impossibly cute dimples...

Steve picks up the mug and gestures for Eddie to sit – surely he can manage it. And his partner does so, even though he grumbles and gripes all the way.

Eddie gulps back god knows what, all gross and throaty before puckering his lips.

“Kisses?” he requests, sniffling.

“Alright,” Steve shrugs.

He leans forward to press a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips, earning a contented hum as he pulls back.

“Thanks for the tea,” Eddie smiles, taking the mug in his cold hands.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddielovemonth #sick fic 🤧

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Stubborn Sickness - D.Malfoy

Summary - Y/N is too stubborn to take a pepperup potion even though she is sick and madam Pomphrey has a bunch. The kind hearted slytherin in turn suffers through it in her boyfriend’s bed, snoring her days away. Thankfully Pansy is there to save the day and give her best friend the potion that will make her better. 

Word Count - 819

Warnings - Illness(common cold), swearing, use of y/n, female reader, Theo and Pansy are kinda comedic relief, (let me know If I missed any)

Author's Note- Day Six! Welcome! This is my first Draco fic but it really doesn't have a lot of Draco. I am still trying my damndest to keep up with the 25 days! I'm writing and scheduling my uploads ahead of time!

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Because of the winter, illnesses were inevitable, students at a constant rotation in the hospital wing for a pepperup potion. There were a few students however, that were particularly stubborn, one of them being Y/N Y/L/N. She knew how busy madam Pomphrey was during this time of year, so she wanted to lessen the load a little bit, even if it was just by one student. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, thought she was being an idiot for not going to get the potion. 

Draco, the ever dutiful boyfriend, was at his ill girlfriend’s every beck and call. She was staying in his dorm so his roommates also had to go through the pleasures of her acting like she was dying over a cold. She had been sleeping in Draco’s bed, covers pulled up over her shoulders, tissues scattered around her, snoring due to her clogged sinuses. 

She woke with a start due to a pillow smacking into her head. “What the fuck!?” She whined, her eyes still closed, her mouth completely dry. 

“You snore louder than a dragon! I’m trying to study here,” Theo complained right back.

“I can’t help it, I’m sick! I don’t usually snore, go study in the library if it bothers you that much.”

Draco walked into the room, a glass of water in his hand and his bag swung over his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of her snoring, she can’t help what she does while she sleeps. Darling, you snore all the time, it’s just louder than usual,” Draco chimed in, dropping his bag at the end of his bed and giving her the glass of water. He made sure she drank at least half before he went about pulling any homework out of his bag. 

“I snore all the time?” She questioned her boyfriend.

“Yes, but it’s cute! And you know I’d never lie to you.” He was in the process of starting his homework and handing Y/N hers. She pouted but started her homework with Draco. She was halfway through before she went into a sneezing fit, her boyfriend sighing because he had been pestering her to go see Pomphrey which she kept refusing. 

“At this point just ask Snape for the damn potion. I don’t want to get sick too,” Blaise added to the conversation. 

“I’m not gonna get you sick!” Before Blaise and Theo could go back at her, Pansy waltzed into the room like it was her own. In her hand she held a potion, more specifically the pepperup potion and it was enough for all of them just in case the boys got sick too. 

“I come bearing a gift! Not only is there enough for our dear Y/N, but there’s also enough for the rest of you if you get sick. Well, more like when you get sick,” Pansy sing-songed as she skipped to her sick friend. Y/N was more than thankful for her friend and roommate, willingly taking the bit of potion that Pansy had given her. 

She started to feel better after about an hour, her sinuses opening up, her headache disappearing, and the ache in her body leaving completely. She spent the rest of her night catching up on homework and cleaning up around the dorm since she had taken over for a few days. Draco insisted she stayed one more night with him before returning to her own room so of course she couldn’t say no. 

The next morning she was once again rudely woken up, this time it was the boys around her all whining. She had officially gotten all of them sick, including Draco who was still asleep but snoring like a freight train. Oh how the tables have turned, the boys choosing to give her a taste of her own medicine, having her bring them tissues and their homework as well as going into the kitchens to get them all food.

Later that day, after all of them agreed to take the potion, she felt relieved and exhausted. “I am never going to be stubborn about this bloody potion ever again, you guys are too much!” She ranted.

“Karma,” Pansy added in her two cents. 

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“Not at all darling. We were just exaggerating,” Draco assured his girlfriend.

“No, you were worse,” Theo told her truthfully.

“What the fuck, Nott! I told you not to say anything!”

 “I can’t lie to her!  She’s one of my best friends, Malfoy! I need to tell her the truth about how whiney she actually was.”

Her face was hot with embarrassment, as she hid her head in Draco’s neck. She was slightly thankful for Theo’s honesty, she never realized how bad she actually was when she was sick. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll always take care of you when you’re sick, even if you’re too stubborn to take a pepperup potion.”

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[wayfayrr]

Did I read correctly? Requests are open? Yay!!! Lately I’ve had a thing for bathtime and especially hair washing!!! Just some romantic, soft, and fluffy LU/Reader bubble bath hair washing. (Extra points if reader has a rubber ducky. There is just something so innocent about adults with small childish things.)

Reader/Wild, Reader/Twilight, and Reader/Legend. You can stop there or add the other boys if you want.

This is my humble request.

Yep, standard requests were open, as of now though it's only event requests for the time being!!

this was fun to write, so thank you for it!! just some pure fluff with the boys you've asked for below the cut <3 it'll go wild, twilight then legend

[masterlist]

Wild

“Wild I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now, when’s the last time that you washed your hair?”

“It washes when I go swimming, Why would I waste time washing it?”

“...Wild.”

Serious, I can tell by the look of shame on his face that he’s genuine here. He’s never taken care of his hair before, never even considered it needs taking care of. Would he even know what shampoo or conditioner is? 

“...Wild.” “What’s even the issue if I haven’t, my hair is fine.”

“Time said that there’s going to be a bath in this inn, I am going to be washing your hair for you. I have some good-quality soap from my world left, I’ll be using them to get you clean”

“[name] really, I don’t have an issue with it. Don’t waste your belongings on me.”

They’re stubborn I’ll give him that, but that doesn’t mean that he gets a pass to not being clean. Even if I break my hairbrush wrangling it through his hair, I swear that I’ll get every last twig out of it. 

“Look wild, I don’t exactly want my future partner looking like this constantly.”

“Your future …partner? Why would they..? OH. OH.”

Well no escaping this now, might as well roll with it. Even though he looks like he both wants to combust and is about to start laughing at this very moment. And well, it isn’t as if his giggling isn’t sweet to hear, I just wish I hadn’t made a fool out of myself in front of him to get him to. It should be easier to convince him to let me help clean him up anyway, so that’s worked a little in my favour anyway.

“Yeah, so I’m going to clean you up a bit wild. It won't be unpleasant either I swear.”

With how caught off of his guard he is it wasn’t hard to drag him up to our shared room and into the ‘revolutionary’ bathroom, not that plumbing is common at all here, best case scenario the water is warm enough for a comfortable bath. Thankfully I’ve got more than enough supplies to make it as comfortable as I can for him, guess that's what happens when you get yanked by a shadow when you’re on the way to a friend's house to have a mock spa sleepover. 

“Is it bad that I still don’t want you to waste your few memories of home on me?”

“I don’t - It’s not a waste if it’s for you wild. Come on I’m running the tub with some bubble bath and if you don’t use it then that will be the waste”

With an almost petulant grumble, he got undressed and slipped into the bath with a contented sigh signalling that I could finally get to work on his hair. Sitting on a stool behind him to start working, gently brushing his hair with a comb to get everything out so that I can lather up his hair, just make him feel like he’s the most important person for a while. Keeping my bag next to me so that I can get anything from it quickly. The way that he’s practically melting under my touch tells me all I need to know about how much he likes this, it’s a little similar to when you pet a cat and they how just don’t stop butting against your hand none stop. Now that I think on it… I might still have that joke gift in my bag still…

“[name]... why did you stop… it feels so nice I don’t wanna get out yet…”

“To think you didn’t even want to do this at first, if you get out though I’ll lend you some of my clothes?”

That did the trick, practically instantly after saying that he was out of the bath and drying himself off. Giving myself just enough time to pull out the dressing gown and gimmick a pair of cat ears that are way too realistic. A twink in cat ears, if that won’t be a reminder of home what will. 

“I’ve got these for you if you’d like to wear them? The dressing gown is warm anyway…”

“...And the ears?”

“Oh these? I grabbed them as a joke, you don’t have-”

I don’t even finish my sentence and he’s already nabbed them out of my hands and has them on his head, like he’s almost proud of the fact he’s wearing them. Like he’s been looking for a reason to get closer and be cuddly with me. Wait if anything the look on his face was like he already knew I had them, did he go sneaking though my bag? Or did he look through the camera roll that time I gave him my phone.

“Nyah.”

“Wild how long have you been waiting for something like this?”

“Do you want me to answer that or do you just want to cuddle with me and deal with answers later.”

“...”

“I knew you’d prefer cuddles.”

Twilight

“So this place has hot springs and proper bathing then?”

“Seems it from what all the signs are sayin’, guess he’s noticed how much you’ve been dyin’ for one.”

“Has it really been all that obvious?”

If he did that means that the others probably noticed as well, which would be surprising seeing as no one’s teased me for wanting one. That likely means Twilight went and asked Time himself. He went and asked time himself just for me, I didn’t even ask for him to do that, I never even mentioned wanting one out loud. Is he like this with everyone? 

“[name] you look a bit flustered, you alright?”

“...it wasn’t a big enough issue that you had to go and ask time to stop here.”

“How’d you -”

Ah, he certainly didn’t expect me to figure his secret out so quickly, but he did have the decency to blush and look caught out anyway. A little like a hurt puppy now that I get a better look, he’s cute like this.

“Well, an-nyway darlin’ I wanted to ask if you’d let me wash your hair for you… I - you’ve talked about how much you value your hair an’ I…”

Oh Twi come on, my heart can only take so much right now. He’s trying so hard to make my heart simply melt for him and it’s working so damn well. How could I ever bring myself to say no to him when he’s asking so politely and looking after me like this? I can’t that’s the simple answer.

“Yeah, I would… I’d love that link, I’ve still got some soaps and such too… I mean if you’d want we could…  even share a bath? It’s simply a better use of what I’ve got left from home right?”

“Right - right, just to make the most of your supplies of course.” 

Now we’re both blushing, but he said yes, he wants to share a bath with me. We’re on the way to the baths right away and we’re gonna share one. I think I have a spare set of clean clothes, could I though? I could after… But for now, we’ve just got to get undressed because Twilight’s already walked us to the bathhouse extension of the inn and to where the baths are. So I just have to get out my stuff and undress while he starts filling it, this is fine, I won’t be a flustered mess during this. 

“I’ve got some lavender bubble bath as well as some shampoo and conditioner? Do you like the smell of lavender twi?”

“Lavender? I’m not sure we gave that here darlin’, if you say it’s good I’ll trust you though.”

“Okay then, just drop some into the water while it's filling so it’ll bubble while… we get undressed.”

Just take your clothes off [name] and get into the bath, simple, easy, you can do this. You can do this. Take a deep breath and take them off. Alright, they’re off now, just got to. 

“You gonna get in darlin’?”

“I’m coming now, don’t worry. What do you think of the smell anyway tw- how’d you get that?”

If there has been a single time in Hyrule where I’ve wished above all else that I had my phone working, it would be now. Twilight leaning fully into his wolf side with my rubber duck in his mouth leaning over the top of the bath, it’s so cute I have to stifle a giggle as I slip into the bath. It makes doing this a little less awkward with him being such a goof, but after taking the first step in it’s even less stressful as he drops the duck. 

“Want me to start washing your hair now?”

“Mhm, it’d be nice.”

And it really is, his rugged hands are so gentle as he runs them through my hair making sure to clean every inch, using the soaps as I suggest. It’s one of the nicest things I’ve gone through, a little hard to not fall asleep in his arms; I think he’s seen that now as well as he’s rinsing it off. I wish it could last for longer though, he’s so gentle. Between his gentle touches and the smell of lavender, how could I resist it? I won’t pass out in a bathtub though, no matter how tempting he is. 

“So want me to wash yours twi? It’s only fair.”

“Nah darlin’ I already have, when you were dozin off.”

With that he decides to get out of the bath just to put a - very kindly provided- towel on only to lift me up out of the bath while I’m already too embarrassed to act, drying me off and setting me on a stool with a chuckle. Only to fluster me further by wrapping his hooded pelt over my head with another laugh, tossing some of his clothes to me so that I can get dressed. 

“Huh..?”

“Wild mentioned you wanted to try ‘em on, so why not? I think you’d look cute anyway.”

“..Especially with how red you are.”

“THE BATH WAS HOT LINK.”

Legend

“So what’s the deal with the captain act?”

“...What?”

“You’re checking yourself out in my shield like he does, what’s the deal with that?”

He’s not even wearing the shield I don’t see what the issue is, I’m only trying to get my hair to look half-decent while it’s so greasy. How do the links deal with this for so long it’s disgusting, I’m not even a clean freak but doing this much moving without having even a 20 second shower? I feel disgusting and that’s not an understatement. 

“Look I’m not used to going this long without bathing, bite me.”

Oh, now he looks even more worked up, lovely, not like I’m trying to come off as a city slicker but I’m just not used to life like this. 

“Wild found a hot spring nearby, you should be able to clean up there. Rulie has a couple of bars of soap too, reckon I can weasel us a bit of time to escape for a bit”

What. 

“I get you’re shocked but we won’t be staying here after tomorrow, so if you want to clean up then now is your best shot.”

He’s right, by the sounds of it, it really is my best shot. I’m just shocked that it’s coming from him of all people, not that I should be looking too much into it right now just gotta have a bit of time to clean off. Hot water simply would be divine now after so long with nothing. 

“It is, you’re not lying there I’ll give you that. Wait. ‘us a bit of time?’ you want to come with me?”

A shrug. Lovely that gives so many answers about what I asked him, I now know exactly why he wants to go with me when I’m going to bathe. Does he not see the issue with implying you want to go somewhere with someone and watch them bathe. 

“Don’t give me that look, you know how dangerous everywhere is with the black-blooded monsters. It’s not safe on your own. Especially not vulnerable like that.”

“Yeah but you have to know that I’m still not used to this world and my home has very different implications for that. I’m still adjusting, okay?”

He’s as red as his hair now, if he didn’t have such a pout I’d say it’s cute otherwise, it’s just downright adorable to look at. Getting to know each others cultures is fun, more so when it gets him so worked up over a simple implication. Unless he actually did have a different idea but was too shy to ask.

“HEY DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK I WAS OFFERING TO LOOK AFTER YOU!”

“Yeah sure, you certainly didn’t want to ask for anything else, whatsoever, not at all.”

“...”

“..?”

“... So what if I wanted to wash your hair for you, it’s not my fault it looks so soft.”

Well that was a surprisingly innocent ask, not one I’d turn down either having my hair washed for me when I’m sitting in a hot spring sounds like pure bliss. For how he acts he seems to get my facial expressions well with how he’s ran off to get the soap from hyrule to getting directions from Wild being being any clue. It’s even cuter now that he’s a bit desperate to wash my hair for me. After getting everything though it doesn’t take too long to get to the springs, legend dragging me by the wrist was a bit of a surprise though, he must really want to do this. Another gentle shove and him turning his back when we got here is all I need to strip down and get into the water, splashing him to get his attention again.

“So how long have you been wanting to do this for then Leg?”

“Does that matter? Just relax before I give you the soap to use yourself.”

A simple laugh on my end and he just moves to lather up my hair and start washing it, being gentle, taking his time and just doing it so carefully. It’s not entirely what I’d assume he’d be like but it’s so nice I’m not sure I ever want it to end. But like everything it has to come to one, hot water being poured over my head as he tilts me back to get all the suds off. 

“Couldn’t you have carried on a bit longer? Not even a few more minutes?”

“It was hard enough getting away, we can’t stay here forever.”

“I knooow.” 

Dragging myself out was borderline painful, the air is simply so cold and I don’t even have a good way to dry myself off now, just a ratted towel hanging on by the barest of hopes. There isn’t an option to not immediately dry off and go back to the camp though, mournfully.

“Hey leg, I know I didn’t really say it before? But thanks for this, really thank you.”

“Don’t ah - don’t mention it.”

#my gf and friends have had to put up with so much catboy wild #this is it escaping discord #IT ESCAPED CONTAINMENT AAAAAA #linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #legend of zelda x reader #moss✦writes #lu twilight #lu legend #lu wild #lu wild x reader

[sophswritingthings]

FIFTH PART CUZ I'M IN TRAFFIC AND JM ABOUT TO FUCKING LOSE IT.

Anyways after the reader helps Mizu and shows hospitality she wake up the next day and a random ruffian shows up to her home to rob her and of course Reader holds her weight and fights diligently but the guy she's up against is like Chiaki level strong and she fails to fight by herself.

But allas her knight in shining armor Mizu kills the guy (Specifically beheading him because why not). And after that cues a montage of Mizu and Reader hanging out together and falling in love. 😍😍😍

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): swearing

a/n: PART FIVE BABY HERE WE GO!!!!

summary: after taking in the strange samurai, you wake up the next morning to a man, pushing his way through your door. you hold your own, of course; but he’s too much. thankfully, you have a night in shining armor to protect you.

word count: 1,110 words / 5,890 characters 

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you were asleep, so calm, so serene. it was surprisingly you were so calm despite having a strange samurai in your house.

but he hadn’t given you a problem all night; hadn’t stirred, never even made noise. for a strange house guest, he was quite the respectful one.

that’s when you were jerked away; a loud pounding through your door.

you sprung out of bed, grabbing the small knife that was nestled under your pillow. you kept that there just in case anyone.. came for you.

you leapt to your feet. when you made your way out of your bedroom and into the main room, you spotted a man.

he was absolutely ten times your size, and a lot stronger, too. but you weren’t some prissy girl who was gonna back down from a fight.

you leapt at him, barreling him onto his side, you were making slashes down his sides, through his chest.

it didn’t immobilize him, but it sure slowed him down for the time being.

he rolled you over, pinning you to the ground. he raised a katana above your head, ready to stab clean through.

you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the impact. 

slice.

the man stopped moving, dropping the katana on the ground with a loud clank.

it felt beside your head, your breathing heavy as you watched his head fall from his neck and onto the ground. you were splattered with blood.

you wriggled from under his weight, your breathing still heavy as you looked up to see who it was. 

mizu. the samurai. of course it was him.

“has he hurt you?”

those were the only words she said, not even taking a minute to acknowledge she’d just cut a man's head off and splattered your house with his blood.

you didn’t answer, to lost in the moment.

she grabbed you by the shoulder.

“snap out of it,” she hissed. “has he hurt you?”

you shook your head ‘no’, gazing at mizu with wide eyes.

“you saved me,” you huffed. “why in hell did you save me? i threatened to kill you, just yesterday!”

“you didn’t, though. here I am, standing in your house, under your hospitality,” mizu narrowed her eyes. “the least I could do is not let you die.”

you nod a little.

“thank you,” you bow your head in respect. “thank you.”

she nods solemnly, bowing her head just as you did. she stood up, sheathing her sword back in its scabbard. 

“my house is drenched in blood now, though,” you gather yourself to your feet. your white flowers were now drenched in the blood of your pursuer. 

she sighs, “I will help you clean,” she chuckles a little. “it is my fault that your house smells of the rotten blood of this man.”

you laugh back, “thanks,” you murmur.

she takes off her hat and glasses, placing them to the side. by doing so, it revealed those ocean blue eyes. they matched his name, didn’t they?

you grabbed rags, passing one to mizu before you began to clean up the dirty blood of this man.

long before you knew it—it had been weeks since she had left.

you had serviced the samurai in your keep longer than you had expected to.

you learned of her. you learned of her quest; that she in fact was not a man. Instead, a woman, masking herself as a man to complete said quest.

and you were certainly catching feelings for her, woman or not. “demon” or not.

one day you had been cooking; making noodles for the two of you to sit down and eat. she had been out, collecting herbs for you—when she had stumbled in. she had the herbs; but she was also covered in blood.

you had gone into full panic. what in the world had she gotten herself into?

whatever, that didn’t matter.

you had patched her up; rubbing her face of blood gently with a warm rag.

that’s when your eyes locked for the first time; holding that gaze maybe longer than you should have.

you were pretty sure that’s when you first fell for her; looking into the beautiful blue eyes as you cleaned her bloody face.

and the time that she had been cooking with you, and you had accidentally spilled noddles all over her garment.

you had both thought it was absolutely hilarious; the warrior covered in the noddles, herbs and spices that her hostess had been cooking up for her.

and the other time she had found you crying late at night, nestled in your bed. you had been looking over old letters from your family; why you did that to yourself, causing yourself that pain, she didn’t know.

but she had comforted you through it regardless. rubbing your back and keeping you close as you cried, letting all those pent up emotions out.

and here she was; still staying with you, it had been two months now. 

you were both smitten for each other. but you'd die before you admitted it.

you were staring up at the sparkling sky, watching the constellations turn around the world.

you would keep glancing at her. she was more beautiful to you than any star the sky could offer you.

so badly did you want to tell her your feelings. but you had no idea if she would even reciprocate; but you really wanted to try.

maybe words wasn’t the way to go..

you gently slid your hand closer to hers, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you did so. your face was on fire.

your fingertips brushed hers, which finally got her attention. you were sitting on the small rattan stairs to your cabin, your legs gently touching. 

she glanced at you, her eyes wide as she did so. but she didn’t slide her hand away; if anything, she slid it closer.

you wrapped your fingers around hers, smiling softly. the warmth was nice. god, it was so nice.

she rubbed her thumb atop of your knuckles. 

she smiled. it was tender. it was warm; it was… loving. It was something you had never seen from the samurai in the months you had been with her.

you leant in, your breath shuddering as your lips inched closer to hers. though it was her who closed the gap, her hand gently rested on the back of your neck.

you let you lips linger on hers for a moment; the feeling was soft and warm, something you had never felt before. 

you pulled back, letting your forehead press against hers.

the start to a love; to a beautiful, blossoming love.

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#mizu #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eyed samurai #ask #asked and answered #request #fic request #fanfic #fic #fanfiction

[cuttergauthier]

Secret boyfriend

female Smith reader x Ryan Leonard

Warning: injury, soft Ryan, fluff 

word count: 1.3k

let me know what you guys think🤍

let me know if you guys want me to do an insta edit of them soft launching their relationship!

I love Boston College, the only thing that sucks is doing homework, studying and just like home I hate when it rains and I have to walk. We are currently in the middle of October, and we are having a rainstorm. I've been here since the end of August and it hasn't rained this much.

Usually my brother would come and drive me to my dorm room since we both live in the same building but he was currently out in the city with two of his teammates Drew and Gabe, since they wanted to go see the bruins play in their home opener and they decided to spend the night since all 3 of them only had late classes tomorrow along with a night practice.

I didn’t bring an umbrella and even though it was raining pretty bad, a lot of students were making a run for it either back to their cars or dorms.

I pulled the hood of my hoodie over my head and started walking fast to my dorm.

I was almost there when another student ran right into me making my fall on my knees on the sidewalk.

I grunted my knee hurt like a bitch. The student just yelled sorry and continued to run. He didn't even ask if I needed any help.

I pulled myself up and looked at my knee. It was bleeding. I groaned and started limping the rest of the way since it hurt too much.

Once i got to the building I opened the door and made my way up those steps and to my room. I am thankfully living in a single dorm room and it also has a small bathroom, i tend to stay up late to study sometimes, so being alone means I never have to worry about keeping my roommate up with the lights.

I unlocked my room and walked in, I dropped my bag on the bed and made my way to the bathroom to see if I had anything to clean my knee. I couldn’t find anything. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was soaking wet. I decided to take a quick shower and I could ask someone if they had anything to help me clean my knee after.

I went to my dresser and grabbed my bc hoodie and a pair of black gym shorts before making my way back to the bathroom to shower.

Once I was done my knee still stings. I got dressed and put on some shoes and made my way to the dorm next to mine. I knocked on the door and Jenna answered she’s the first person i met when i moved here, she’s really sweet.

“Hey Y/n, everything okay?” She asked

“Yeah, sorry but would you have anything to clean wounds?” I ask

She pouted and shocked her head.

“No i don’t i’m sorry”

I smile weakly.

“All good, don’t worry about it”

I made my way back to my dorm room and texted my brother, he’s a hockey player so I hoped he might have something in his room. He gave me a key when we first got to bc in case of an emergency so I could still get in.

Me

Hey, do you by any chance have anything to clean wounds in your room?

Will

Yeah, I should have something in the bathroom if not Ryan probably does. Everything okay?

Me

Yeah, I tripped in the rain earlier. Now my knee is bleeding but I don't have anything to clean it with. Then i remembered that you gave me a key incase of emergency & you’re a hockey player so i figured you might have something!😂

Will

True, go check Ryan should be there! Just tell him what happened and he’ll help you!

Me

Thanks, I love you! Have fun at the game ❤️

Will

Love you too & we will❤️

I made my way to my brother and Ryan’s room & hoped they did have some stuff. My knee is really bothering me. I didn’t really want Ryan to know, but he would have found out eventually.

I’ve known Ryan for a few years, since the untdp days, he and my brother were teammates. We started dating a month before the NHL draft but we wanted to keep it on the down low to make sure we would work out since he and my brother are teammates but also best friends, we didn’t want to make it awkward. Will still doesn’t know only both of our parents do, I’m surprised Will hasn’t figured it out yet.

Once I got there I knocked on the door. A few seconds later Ryan opened up. He looked good, he was wearing some sweatpants and his untdp hoodie.

“Hey, did you forget that your brother went to the Bruins game? Or are you here to hang out with your amazing boyfriend” He asked, confused as to why I was there, since I told him I wanted to study tonight.

“No um, Will said you might have stuff to clean wounds, so i came by to check” i said nervously.

“We probably do, come in.” He said. I walked in beside him and followed him to the bathroom.

“Did you hurt yourself?” He asked, concerned.

“It was raining pretty bad when I got out of class and I had to walk back here, so I was trying to rush and then some student ran right into me, and I ended up falling down, scraping my knee,” I said.

“You should have called me, I would have come by to pick you up” he said, giving me a quick forehead kiss before He took the stuff out of the cabinet and set it down before looking back at me.

“Come here, let me take a look." He said, smiling softly. I jumped up and sat down on the counter without hurting my knee worse.

Ryan looked at my knee.

“It’s not too bad” he said, he grabbed some Cotton balls and put some rubbing alcohol on.

“This is probably going to sting,” he said before cleaning my knee with it.

I bit my lip and turned around so he would see that I had tears in my eyes. I wasn’t as tough as my brother or the rest of them.

Once he was done he put on a bandaid.

“They're all done,” he said softly.

I looked up at him to see he was already looking at me. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, i could have done it myself” i said smiling softly

“I saw how you turned your head so i wouldn’t see the tears in your eyes yn, it was probably better i did it since it probably would have taken you longer” he said and i looked at him embarrassed.

“Right, um sorry” I said awkwardly, I hate that I embarrassed myself in front of him.

“Hey you don’t need to be embarrassed about that, it’s just you and I here, I'm not going to make fun of you, I love you too much” he said smiling.

“Thanks Ry, I love you too,” I said smiling back.

He moved away so I could get down from the counter. He put the stuff away and we went back to the room.

“I was just about to put on a movie, do you want to stay a while?” He asked

“Sounds good to me, I don't feel like studying anymore” I said smiling. He chuckled.

He laid down on his bed and pulled me down with him. He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around my waist. He kissed the back of my head and turned on a movie.

A few minutes later I was trying to keep my eyes open but I was losing, it didn’t take long for Ryan to notice. His thumb rubs soft circles on my waist.

“Go to sleep beautiful, i’ll be here when you wake up” he whispered.

“Love you” i whispered softly

“Love you too beautiful” he placed a soft kiss behind my ear, a few seconds later i fell asleep.

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[anogete]

Hi. Update of random shit in case anyone cares.

The scary test I was stressed over in the fall when I was posting my last fic? It was the CFP (Certified Financial Planner) exam. Yes, I passed it. The designation requires a bachelor's degree, so I had to go back to school to finish my last 10 classes. Then I had to take 7 more classes that are pre-reqs for the exam. Then I spent probably 700 hours attempting to cram everything you could think of related to personal finance (my god, there is a metric shit ton) into my head. The designation also requires 5,000 hours of experience in the planning field (which I thankfully already had). By the time I passed the test, I was no longer proud of the accomplishment, just relieved to have it behind me.

Work was intensely busy in November and December. I got little reading and no writing done.

I have a WIP featuring the Darcy/Rumlow pairing that has been languishing on my computer since 2020. To be honest, I've mosty forgotten what the conflict driving the plot was going to be. I think I was trying to tie it into the events of Wandavision. Took place after the show and had Monica Rambeau and Darcy kinda sorta working together and trying to figure out what, if anything, crossing the barrier that Wanda had thrown up did to them. Of course, Rumlow is alive and scarred and back with the good guys. And also really annoyed that his recent gunshot wound stuck him on desk duty watching the nerds complete their physicals as part of employee onboarding. Darcy doesn't want to have gym class with Rumlow, and Rumlow doesn't want to be there either but he's also kinda into the sassy brunette who tried to sweet talk him into passing her without making her run a mile. In the chapter or two I did write, the banter between Darcy and Rumlow was so fun, so I'd love to go back to it and try to move it along.

I got sucked into reading Draco/Hermione fanfic recently. Blame those damn Snow edits from the latest Hunger Games movie. Guys, I have never read those books or seen the movies, but blonde Tom Blyth is looking like the fanfic Draco of my dreams. How dare. This rabbit hole led to me deciding I needed to write a Dramione piece. It's maybe 6 pages and has gone nowhere even though I have a vague idea of the plot. My muse is struggling.

I found my old folder of all the fic I wrote in the past 20 years. There are still a couple hockey fics I haven't posted to AO3. There are also Anita Blake fics (I was a hardcore Anita/Edward girlie) and Harry Potter fics (don't cancel me but I used to write Snape/Hermione; NO student/teacher stuff though). I think I have an old Doctor Who fic featuring Nine/Rose (yes, I'm a Nine girlie). And a very old Forgotten Realms fic that paired Catti-Brie up with Jarlaxle. Look, I don't know. It was ages ago. With the exception of the hockey fics, I do not think any of these are of the same quality I've posted on AO3, but I've been toying with the idea of trying to clean them up and posting them so more of my work is archived together instead of spread over various fan sites. Does anyone have any interest at all in reading this shit? Like, at all?

I decided 2024 is going to be my book binding era. I bound isthisselfcare's Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love a couple weeks ago. I did all the typesetting with the help of some macros. Printed it, folded the signatures (the booklets that comprise the book), sewed them together with waxed linen thread, glued the text block together with some mull, and used chip board and book cloth to make the case. It feels and looks like a book, y'all! I could do a better job with lining the signatures up when punching the holes for sewing and with the measurements on the case, but overall I am pretty proud of it. If anyone is interested, I can link a nice tutorial series on TT and/or post progress pictures I took during my book binding experiment. I have to say, it's exciting to have the ability to put my fav fanfics on my physical bookshelf.

#fanfic #mcu fanfic #darcy x rumlow #anogete #dramione #snamione #hp fanfic #bookbinding

[onceuponastory]

little favours - biker!bucky x reader

Plot: Since Bucky saved her from her shitty boss, Y/N hasn’t seen him again. For a while, she gets closer and closer to giving up hope. Until he comes back. And this time, he’s asking for her help. Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of sick kids/kids in hospital in case that’s a trigger. Again, Biker!Bucky likes using doll as his pet name (yes, he’s a warning, hahaha). As always if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: This is part two to my first Biker!Bucky fic, Knights in Leather Jackets which you can read here if you haven’t already. I hope you like it. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Almost two weeks since she first met Bucky, Y/N is in the ice cream parlour again. Thankfully, it seems like her boss listened to Bucky’s warning, and he hasn’t bothered her since. So, ever since he left, Y/N has essentially been running the parlour herself. And for once, she’s started loving her job again. Shockingly, it turns out that not having her overbearing boss constantly breathing down her neck makes her happier and work better. As she cleans the counter, her eyes flicker to the note Bucky left her, his number still scrawled onto it. Despite how much happier she is now that her boss is gone, she is disappointed that she doesn’t have an excuse to call Bucky and have him down at the coffee shop at a moment’s notice.

“I could just call him, regardless of if I need help or not. I mean, he was obviously flirting.” The grin on Bucky’s face as he spoke to her replays in her mind once more, and already Y/N is grinning like a lovesick idiot.

Although, to be honest, that’s exactly what she is. Ever since he left her store, Bucky has constantly been in her mind. But somehow, even after everything they’ve been through, she just can’t bring herself to call him. Even though he saved her, she’s not sure where, if anywhere, that leaves them now. Of course, she’s under Bucky’s protection now, but whether it’s just his or his entire gang’s (if he has one, that is) is left to be seen. And besides, how long does it last? Is it lifelong or just until everything with her boss blows over? Or maybe her boss has tried to squeal, so Bucky and the others are lying low and not wanting to drag her into this.

“But I am a part of this.” Y/N glances back over at the note again. Bucky’s laughter fills her mind. “Fuck it.” Pulling out her phone, Y/N dials Bucky’s number.

Ring.

Ring.

The longer it goes without an answer, the more Y/N’s stomach twists and her heart sinks. And what little hope she has of seeing Bucky again slowly slips away.

When it hits voicemail, Y/N isn’t even surprised. Maybe she’s right. Maybe he doesn’t want to see her again. Or at least, not anytime soon. “Hey Bucky, it’s me, Y/N. Don’t worry, I’m okay. I was just wondering if I could see you again? …To thank you, I mean. Just come back to the shop. I’ll be here. Bye.” Sighing, she puts the phone down. Hopefully, she does see him again.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Do you wanna get that, Buck?” Steve raises a brow, gesturing to Bucky’s ringing phone.

“No, I’ll get it later. It’s alright.” Yet, the phone keeps ringing. 

“Buck….”

“Steve, just finish the meeting. I promise I’ll get it later.” Before Steve can say anything else, Bucky grabs his phone, switching it off and silencing the call. 

“Well, okay. As I was saying, the charity ride and fundraiser for the local hospital went really well, but I think there are still some things we can do.”

“What about a visit?” Sam pipes up. “We’ve done that a few times already, and the kids seem to love it.” Steve nods. Immediately, Y/N enters Bucky’s mind. Although he’s been thinking about her a lot recently. Actually, he’s been thinking about her since he left her. Her smile, her gorgeous face…god. He’d love to go back and see her again, but he’s been so busy recently that he hasn’t had the chance to. But now, he has the perfect excuse.

“Buck? You okay?” Steve frowns, curious about his friends’ silence.

“I have an idea.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next day, Y/N is back in the shop, sorting things through the back. Suddenly, the chimes above the door sound, signifying a customer. A familiar figure leans against the wall, sunglasses perched on his head. As soon as she sees him, she recognises him right away, and her heart begins to pound. “Bucky?”

“Hey doll.”

“You’re back.” Y/N breathes, still a little in shock. Like if someone pinched her, she’d wake up again. If this is a dream, she hopes nobody pinches her. “Do you...want some more raspberry ripple?” She asks, immediately regretting it. Yes, ask the hot biker about ice cream instead of on a date with you. Good idea.

“I’d love some, but not yet. Actually, I have a favour to ask you.” As she nods in agreement, Y/N can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Honestly, she thought Bucky was coming back just to see her, and maybe ask her out. But at least this still gives her a chance to see him, which is better than nothing. And he looks even better than she remembers. He’s sending her heart into a flutter all over again. 

“Sure, what’s up?”

“We’re doing some more fundraising for the kids’ hospital, and planning a visit too.” So the favour is for sick kids. Whilst she was more worried about her and Bucky’s relationship. Great. Now she feels like an asshole. “We were thinking of bringing them a treat, so I thought I’d call up the sweetest woman I know to see if she can lend a hand.” Y/N smiles, already feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. “So.” Bucky trails off. “Can you help?” 

Like she’d ever say no.

“Of course I will.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Thank you for the ice cream.” The young boy smiles up at her, and Y/N has to stop herself from crying. Although she’s enjoying spending this time with Bucky and his friends, it’s been amazing to see the kids and provide them with a little happiness during their hospital stay. Despite everything they’ve been through, both they and their families are all so kind and cheerful. Giving them some ice cream to help them feel better is the least she can do.

“Thanks for doing this, by the way. I was right. You really are an angel.” Bucky tells her as they head towards the next room. Smiling, Y/N shrugs.

“Of course I would. And besides, I’m the angel? This coming from the guy who beat up my asshole boss and is giving ice cream to sick kids. Sounds like you deserve that title more than I do.”

“I told you, doll. It’s what we do. And besides, I only came up with the idea, you’re the one giving it out.” 

“Acting like a regular Prince Charming is a daily occurrence for you? Sure.” Bucky blushes at her words, grinning like the same lovesick fool she knows she is around him.

“Bucky!” A little girl grins from her bed when they enter the next room, waving excitedly.

“Melody! Hey kiddo! Good to see you again.” He perches on the end of her bed, listening to her excited chatter about what she’s been doing since he last saw her. The sight makes Y/N’s heart swell. Despite how big and scary Bucky looks to other people, he’s so kind and loving to everyone. And Y/N’s hopelessly in love with him.

“He does this a lot, you know? They all do. Means the world to her.” Melody’s mother smiles, coming to stand by Y/N. “Melody adores him.” She’s not the only one.

“I have a surprise for you. I asked your mommy and your doctor, and they said you can have some ice cream. And it’s your favourite, strawberry.” Melody’s face lights up as Y/N passes over some for her. 

“Thanks Bucky!” Melody squeals, wrapping her tiny arms around him.

“Hey it’s not just me. My friend Miss Y/N is the one who brought you the ice cream.”

“Thank you, Miss Y/N!” She calls across the room. The sweetness and innocence in her voice makes Y/N smile.

“You’re very welcome Melody. But you can just call me Y/N, alright?”

“She’s pretty.” Melody whispers to Bucky, yet is still just loud enough for Y/N to hear. “She looks like a princess.”

“Yeah.” Bucky chuckles, gazing over at Y/N like she hung the moon. “I know.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Later, after Y/N and Bucky have finished visiting the kids, he offers to take her home on his bike. Of course, Y/N accepted right away. “Remember your helmet. Couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.” Y/N puts it on, hoping she’s quick enough to mask how smitten with him she is. This man is going to be the death of her one day. “Hold on tight, okay?” Tentatively, Y/N reaches out, wrapping her arms around Bucky’s waist and scooting closer to him. The scent of patchouli oil, Bucky’s scent, fills her senses again, and she inhales deeply.

“How is it he already smells like home?”

As Bucky drives down the streets and roads of New York, Y/N leans back a little, enjoying the ride. This is what she used to dream about. Sitting on a bike and feeling free. If only she knew it’d come true. And that it’s even better than she dreamt. Although...that’s mainly because of Bucky.

But soon, Bucky pulls up outside her apartment, the ride and her dream over. “Thanks Bucky.”

“Not at all. Thank you for coming today.”

“I told you, I’m glad to help. I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Y/N, wait.” Bucky orders, stopping her. “Can I….” She raises a brow, waiting for his explanation. It’s strange, seeing the intimidating, yet flirty and confident Bucky, now a blushing mess around her. Although, it’s kind of endearing. “Can I take you out? On a date?”

“Yeah.” she gasps, already nodding with excitement. “Of course.” Bucky grins.

“How about I pick you up this Saturday, then? Say…about seven?”

“Okay. See you then.” Suddenly, Bucky leans in, pecking her on the cheek. His beard grazes her cheek, which tingles under its touch. 

“See you then, doll.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[liknws]

[ 001 ] Brand Spankin' New.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: lee minho x reader/oc ⎯⎯ TAGS: enemies with serious tension, childhood friends to enemies, revenge eras, college au, angst, bad humor bc i'm not as funny as i think i am, misunderstandings, unrequited feelings ⎯⎯ RATING: 18+, mature ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: drug use (weed), excessive cursing, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of sex and sexual themes (non explicit) ⎯⎯ WORD COUNT: 4k (4.972)

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: karma (kar·ma) defined as "(in hinduism and buddhism) the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences". you've always been a big believer in karma and the universe, knowing that eventually all energy is returned. so when your life is ruined by someone you used to call your best friend, you wonder why karma is taking it's sweet time in retaliating against him. what hurts more is your university won't punish something based on hearsay and so it's up to you to find the proof that lee minho is an evil mastermind and get his ass removed from school for good.

[ masterlist ]

“Did you guys see her newest tweet?” There’s a voice off to the right but you’re not paying much attention. The smoke curls around you in a comforting way that has you leaning back on the beanbag and letting out a content groan. You know exactly what they’re talking about, you’re the one who posted the tweet after all. Not that they know that, no one knows that. Not even your best friends, the people that you’ve shared every embarrassing detail of your life with.

“How do you know the account is a woman?” One of those aforementioned best friends speaking up. Mae, the calm to your storm, the one you find yourself relying on more and more these last few weeks. She never left your side, even supported your idea to take that much needed leave of absence from school after he ruined your life.

But the new year is here, the fall semester officially starts in one week and it’s the first day of rush. The weather is cooling off from the blistering summer, the leaves are changing, and you decided to take their lead and change with them. No more wallowing, no more hiding in your apartment while everyone else has a life without you. Your break is done, you kept up your end of the deal with the dean to take your finals when it came time. You passed, thankfully, and that meant you could start your third year of university with a clean slate.

The discussion draws you back in, hearing the argument about who the mysterious twitter account holder could be. The voice, belonging to the boy Mae had invited, continues. “The way they hate him, it has to be an ex.” You want to snort but instead you just shift in the beanbag, wondering if you laid here long enough if it would just swallow you slowly like quicksand. “You had to admit, he’s dated some questionable people in the past. I wouldn’t put it past a few of them to do this.”

You remain silent, best to not say anything in case you come off a little too smug or a little too prideful of that last tweet. Really you’re not the one coming up with most of the tweets, people are sending so many messages to the anonymous twitter account that you’re having a hard time working through them all. Some are good ones, things you schedule to post through the day. Some messages, you can attest, are from some of his more unstable exes. Those you just delete when you get them, deciding not to entertain the possible storm that could create.

“Who’s dated questionable people?” A new voice, one familiar that raises the imaginary hackles on your back. Really if you were a cat you’d be puffed up and hissing at the newcomer, claws swiping at him to leave.

“Your best friend.” The words taste like venom dripping from your tongue as you open your eyes, settling them on Jisung with a sneer. He at least has the decency to shrink away from your glare. He looks startled, as if he wasn’t expecting you to be there at all. Maybe he’s terrified because of the vitriolic tone you used in addressing him. You don’t care, you don’t want him in your safe circle, sucking up the smoke that’s keeping you calm.

“You’re- I-” He stammers, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you. “I didn’t know you were going- that you’re here.” So he didn’t expect you to return after his mentioned best friend had broken you so deeply, left you with scars that lingered and barely healed. Some days they were fresh wounds, some days they were scabs that you couldn’t stop picking at. Today it’s a bright pink scar, tender and the slightest brush makes you wince in pain.

“Look like you’ve seen a ghost, Han Jisung.” You level him with your gaze again, watching with a satisfied smirk as he shrinks further away from you. You say his name like a curse, as if it’s the most horrific sounds your lips have shaped.

“Stop.” The singular word draws your look from Jisung to your best friend, catching her eyes and you calm down a little. She presses a hand to your thigh, fingers gripping into your thigh in warning. “Hi, Jisung. Are the other’s here?” She glances around, looking past him in search of those other six familiar faces. You wonder the same thing but she’s always been the softer of you two, the quiet breeze compared to your tempest winds.

“Yeah, yeah. They’re, um, around.” He looks like he wants to be anywhere but here. The others in the circle, the few people you were just talking to and passing the blunt around with have gone silent as they watched the exchange. They all know why you glare at the chipmunk cheeked boy, why you spit venom at him every time you open your mouth. It’s the worst kept secret on campus, how Lee Minho had all but sold out your body as a prank. You don’t like thinking about it but it’s hard not to be reminded when strangers stare at you in pity, or you’re reminded when his friends are around.

“Tell them I say hi,” you say to him, shifting to sit up a little in the beanbag. He takes a step back like he expects you to pounce on him, teeth bared and claws extended. Instead you just smile at him, tight lipped before reaching for the joint that’s passed your way. You turn attention back to your circle of people, clear that your words were meant as dismal. You almost feel bad for the dejected look in Jisung’s face as he walks away.

“Hey.” Mae’s grip on your thigh tightens just slightly, a gesture to grab your attention. She’s looking at you with too inquisitive eyes. “Do you want to go home?” Truthfully, yes, you do; leaving now means that he wins again and you refuse to give that satisfaction. No doubt Jisung has already run back to his group to tell them he saw you. Your suspicions are confirmed when two familiar faces poke around the corner. It reminds you of a cartoon, just the sight of two heads extended past the wall, one on top of the other.

When they spot you, the shorter of the two bolts out from behind the cover of the wall and all but runs to you. Your name is slurred a bit in greeting, his lanky arms wrapping around you before you can protest. You have just enough forethought to pass the joint to Mae before he’s on you.The awkwardness of the beanbag you’ve chosen for the night means he either can crouch to greet you but it wouldn’t be Felix if he did things the normal way. Instead he lays on top of you, face buried into your neck as he hugs you tightly. He might be Minho’s friend but he’s been your sunshine since you met last year.

So you allow his crushing hug. “Nice to see you too, Lix.” You’d hug him back if you could but he’s got your arms in the vice grip he’s calling a hug and they’re trapped at your sides. You resign to your fate, even letting out a soft laugh as he clings to you. You catch a little of what he’s mumbling into your neck, though you do catch how happy he is to see you and that he missed you while you were gone.

The second of the two walks over with his hands shoved into his pockets. You can tell by the way he’s holding back a smile he’s just as happy to see you but his affection is far less physical than Felix. You catch his eyes, giving the best wave you can while still trapped under your sunshine “Hyunjin, hey.” As much as you had wanted to hate them for their association with Minho, it was impossible and you were quick to forgive them for their unfortunate choice in friends. They at least respected you enough not to mention him around you and effectively let you carve out a small part of the dance department that wasn’t tainted by him.

“Ji said he saw you so Felix had to come find you.” Hyunjin offers as a greeting and explanation, reaching down to grab his best friend by the collar of his leather jacket and hoist him off you. “Are you coming back?” He’s never been one to beat around the bush with you, something you respect. “We’ve missed you around the department.”

You feel a warmth in your chest that’s been gone since you left last year. While the leave of absence had given you time to heal, it had also left an emptiness in you that you know was because you were missing such a huge piece of yourself. Dance had always been your safe place, always been your home whenever you needed it. The idea of leaving your apartment had put such a crippling fear into you that you thought you would never be able to return. It had taken months of hard work but you felt okay enough to return, to fall back into the warmth of a dance studio again.

“Mhm,” you offer as confirmation, nodding as well. Their smiles are infectious, eyes crinkling and lifting a dark cloud you hadn’t realized was lingering. In the most dignified way that you could, you stood from the beanbag. “I’ll see you guys later, I need some air.” You looked to Mae who rose with you but gestured at her to stay, you really only intended to slip out the front door for a quick breath of fresh air before coming back.

You part from the circle, patting both Hyunjin and Felix on the arm as you pass, before walking out the front door. It’s a lot more quiet outside on the front lawn. The party wasn’t a rager by any means, more of a too large gathering with slightly loud music and drinks to share. Tame in comparison to some parties you knew would be going on across campus. You had purposely avoided Greek Row, knowing those parties would be exactly that. You hadn’t counted that the people you were also looking to avoid wouldn’t be throwing their own party on the Row.

A handful of people are mingling outside, not one person paying attention to you as you take a seat on the steps. The concrete is chilly underneath you, coupled with the cooler night air and it sends a shiver through your body. The calm out here has done exactly what you wanted, cooled down your temper and brought your beating anxiety to a manageable level. Seeing Jisung had done more than you wanted to openly admit to yourself, knowing that behind the producer lurks the reason for your anxiety. You needed to flee before you caught eyes with the rest of the group.

You’re unsure how long you’ve been sitting out here, you’re only vaguely aware of people coming and going from their own breaks of the party. The cold metal of the railing pressed into your forehead is comfortable, eyes closing a bit as you relax into the iron banister. The music from the house raises in volume and then quiets again, your assumption being that when someone opens the door and closes it again. You assume you haven’t been out here long because Mae has not come to find you but you wonder if that’s wrong too as a jacket settles over your shoulders.

The smell is familiar and warm, woodsy and deep and full of memories that you can’t seem to bring to the surface no matter how hard you try. You know the smell, you can’t figure out why you do, but it brings a sort of comfort nonetheless that has you pulling the jacket tighter around your shoulders and burying your nose into the collar. The music is loud and then muffled once again and you’re left alone outside with your new jacket and your fuzzy thoughts.

Only when your mouth feels a little too dry and your ass has gone numb from sitting on the cold steps, you finally wander back into the party. Mae’s moved from the spot you left her in and you’ve got enough sense to text her to check on her. A quick exchange, making sure she’s okay. Confirmation from your roommate tells you that she’s alright and you don’t need to wait for her if you want to go home. A simple thumbs up emoji on the message and a thanks for the jacket are sent before closing your phone. You don’t see her confused reply, asking what jacket since she didn’t give you anything.

A red cup pulled from the stack and run under the tap for a drink of water is your destination. The slightly earthy taste from the water is a comfort, reminding you of warm weather back home and spending sweltering days in ponds and lakes to cool off.

Your arms slide through the sleeves of the jacket, settling into the warmth of its soft fabric. The sleeves extend just a little past your fingers, you realize. Mae must have grabbed it from her date, you think, raising the cuff to your nose to practically nuzzle into the hem. It’s a soft jacket and you don’t want to give it back and you wonder if you can convince her to let you keep it as a roommate tax for letting her invite a date to what was meant to be a girl’s night out. Not that you can really blame her, you guess. You’ve spent nearly every waking minute together and most nights cuddled in her bed instead of your own. The nights are the worst, that’s when the anxiety and the fears settle in like they’re meant to call your chest home.

Without your roommate to wait on, you don’t see the point in staying at the party much longer. The place is still as lively as it was before but your social battery is nearing zero quickly and the call of your bed is strong. You won’t admit that the sight of that group has ruined your night, the good mood you were clinging to so desperately has gone with it. Your phone is back in your hand, a quick text to the house chat to let them know you’re headed home and don’t worry about being quiet when they all arrive at their own times.

Lucy is the first to reply, sending a simple blue heart emoji. It makes you smile and you’re shoving your phone back into your pocket while using your other hand to pat down for the key to your apartment.

“Giving yourself a feel because no one else will?”

The voice makes your blood boil immediately, smiling slipping from your face as you turn to look at Minho. He leans against the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Silently cursing your luck, you just roll your eyes and go to walk away but a tug on the hood of your jacket halts your steps. An extremely undignified sound escapes at the yank of the hood and you’re flailing backwards for a second until a hand presses to the middle of your back to halt your fall.

“Falling for me?” He grins at you when you turn to face him.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you snap at him while shoving his hand off you roughly. You should have guessed Minho would show up once Jisung had spotted you, you should have made your escape then and never come back into the house. Now you’re living with the consequence of your decision to stay instead of just running then, all because you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that even the idea of him sends you in the opposite direction.

His hands come up and make a gesture intended to placate the anger thrown his way. “Sorry.” Somehow you doubt his apology given that it’s coupled with that stupid, ugly smirk of his. “Heard you were back.” There’s a slightly awkward pause when you choose not to reply, arms crossing over your chest. A facial expression meant to tell him to go on or shut up settles over your face. “Can’t wait to see your introduction performance this year. Break a leg.” You choose to believe he’s mocking you, in no way do you trust his words to be sincere at all. It’s Lee Minho, he doesn’t know how to be sincere.

Eyes narrow as your stare levels on him, mouth opening to say something nasty in retort. The words die in your throat when a gentle hand clamps over your lips and pulls you backwards by your wrist. You watch as Minho is swallowed by the crowd as you’re dragged out of the kitchen and back into the cool air. Outside smells fresh and you wonder if there might be a storm tonight. Part of you hopes there might be, as a way to wash away everything tonight.

“Go home.” The words are barked at you. Oh right, someone dragged you here. Yanking your arm from their grip, rounding to look at them with the insult that was primed for Minho now ready to be flung toward your captor. His glare makes you stop, shrinking back just a little before remembering you’re not afraid of Christopher Bahng.

“I don’t remember you being in charge of my life.” Shoulders square, taking a step to stand toe to toe with him. Damn, did he get wider? You don’t remember him being quite so filled out. “And the bastard approached me first.” You note how his jaw twitches as he clenches his teeth when you argue with him, when you step closer and won’t back down from him. There’s that stupid voice in the back of your head to swing, that you could take him easily.

“Be the bigger person and go home, Cherry.” His voice is much softer but the look on his face doesn’t change. Your lips purse however at the nickname, sucking on your teeth in annoyance of his casual use of that name. He was the one who came up with it after all, him and Minho had adopted that name for you when you were much younger. A way to tease you for always wanting cherry flavored everything- popsicles to hard candies and everything in between. The name tugs at your heart just a little. Traitorous organ.

“Why do I have to be the bigger person?” Your refusal to back down doesn’t seem to bring a surprise, in fact he seems to have expected it. Once again he grabs you with that large hand, wrapping around your bicep and dragging you away from the house into the street.

“Still live at the same place? I’ll walk you home.”

“I don’t need a fucking escort, Chris.” You shrug his hold off. “Touch me again and I’ll break your hand. Make it hard to perform your live introduction piece with a shattered hand I bet.” There was once a time these threats would never have passed your lips in his direction, never at him. Only ever in his defense, only ever to protect those you cared about. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away. Some bullshit like that.

“I’ll make sure Mae gets home safe but you need to go, okay? Just- please.” He almost seems.. desperate? You two are standing in the dark of the street, the street lights too spaced out to illuminate your faces. You can only assume his tone, unable to see the look on his face. If it was light you would see that his eyes are soft, pleading with you to just once listen to him. To take his warning and to go home.

“Awa’ an bile yer heid,” you mutter as you turn away from him and start walking to the bus in order to get back to your apartment. His concern leaves you lost for words, lost for a better retort so you just drop the first dismal you can come up with.

“Speak fucking English!” Chan shouts after you, laughing a bit. You don’t risk looking back, knowing you’d find him watching you with that smile. That smile and those stupidly adorable dimples of his. You raise a hand, sending him a single finger salute without looking back at him. Now that you’re truly alone out here, it feels colder as you walk to the bus stop. Pulling the jacket tighter around your middle, pulling the sleeves down further to hide your fingers from the chilled wind.

Just as you near the bus stop the first raindrop of the autumn season hits your cheek.

・❥・

  The morning is crisp after last night’s storm but the clouds have parted for the time. By the time you’re holding your second cup of coffee that morning, your other roommates have joined you out on the back patio in varying degrees of wakefulness. Lucy grumbles something and pulls the mug from your hands, much to your protest, and curls back in her lawnchair with your stolen mug.

“You came home early last night.” She breaks the settled silence, looking over at you.

“Aye, I was wanting to go to bed so my best friend could steal my coffee in the morning.” You’re attempting to reach for your coffee but she bounds out of the chair far faster than someone half awake should be able to. “Chris basically kicked me out.”

“Wait, kicked you out? I thought you weren’t going to Greek parties?” Elsie turns from where she was smoking and smushes the half smoked cigarette under her boot. “You know, to avoid him and his satanic best friend.”

“We didn’t go to the Row.” Mae comes to defense quickly, poking her head up from your lap, eyes opening for the first time since settling in on top of you. “They were there, not our fault. Jisung saw us first and then ran away to spread the news as quickly as he could.”

“That tiny chipmunk bastard can’t keep a single thing to himself, can he?” Elsie rolls her eyes, dropping into Lucy’s now abandoned chair. “Has to play Minho’s ever loyal bitch- ow.” Lucy’s fist remains on top of Elsie’s head where she’d knocked her knuckles into her sister’s head in warning. “Sorry. Loyal pet- fucking ow.” Elsie reaches up to swat at the other’s hand.

“Basically Minho was being Minho, trying to start something and Chris came to the rescue as always. He dragged me out of the house and told me to go home. Basically ordered me, the fucking bastard.”

“I love when you get angry and your accent is so thick I can barely understand you. Really love the mental workout this morning.” Mae loves to tease the three of you for your accents, according to her they make you almost unable to be understood when speaking English around the house. She often jokes that learning to speak Scots is now her third language.

“Lap privileges revoked.” You shift so her head is no longer in your lap, using the opportunity to stand as well. “I need to head to the studio anyway, finish working on this routine for the introductory performance next week.”

“Lu already packed you lunch. It’s in the fridge and your favorite water bottle is in the freezer to take with you too.” Elsie is quick to inform you with a grin. Lucy beams from where she’s sitting, eyes still closed as she drinks (your) her coffee.

“I’ll come with I need to finish mine,” Mae says between struggling yawns before heading to your shared room to get ready. When you tell her you’ll meet her outside she sends you a thumbs up over her head in acknowledgement.

・❥・

  “So whose jacket did you take home last night? I’ve never seen that one.” That same jacket that is thrown over one of the chairs in the corner with your bag. Your head lifts to follow her accusatory finger before dropping back down, the dull thud of your head hitting hardwood sounding a lot louder in the empty studio space than reality.

“I thought you gave it to me last night. When I went out to get air.”

“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’ on the word. “Did you just steal a jacket?”

“Yah! I don’t just steal things. It was given to me, thank you very much.”

A contemplative hum through closed lips but she doesn’t say anything more. You can almost see the cogs turning in her mind and you want to ask what she’s thinking but the subject is changed quickly.

“How are you feeling about the dance?” She watches you in the ceiling to floor mirrors before turning to actually face you. Your head rolls to the side, looking at her now instead of staring up at the ceiling.

“Nervous. Director Yun gave me some really great advice and feedback after looking at my taped final. I don’t know, I’m really outside of my comfort zone here- but that’s the whole point right? I’m not here to perfect what I already know, I want to learn where I’m weak. How else can I be a big time choreographer if all I can do is a pirouette and a chassé.”

“You’re not doing ballet this year?” A new voice chimes into the conversation and you swear your eyes might just roll hard enough to fall out of your head. It would be far more preferable than this conversation. “So the old dog does know more than one trick.”

“We’re the same fucking age, Minho.” You're propped up on your elbows now, eyes narrowed as he stands in the doorway. He’s not alone of course, you note. He’s never alone. You wonder if he’s still holding the fear of being alone, that at the end of everything he’ll just be as lonely as he was before.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“And I’m not going to.” Moving to sit up, you reach for the discarded canvas pirouette slips. “Leave so I can practice.”

“No.” You don’t even need to look at him to know that stupid smirk is there.

“No? The fuck do you mean no?” He ignores your question and walks in, Chan following behind. You watch the both of them with hands on hips before glancing back at Mae. The confusion and fury is written all over your face but the two newcomers are either choosing to ignore it or just don’t see it. You’d bet your life savings that it’s the former.

“You’re not the only person needing to practice for the introduction performance.” As if that is meant to explain why he’s trying to kick you out of the room you’ve been using. His dance bag drops on top of yours. “I’ll help you and then you can leave so I can use the room.”

“I don’t need your help.” You hate how it comes out more like a question. Stomping over, you grab his bag and shove it back at him. “The fuck do you have in there? Bricks? The fuck it’s so heavy for.” You attempt to shove him and his bag out the door but the canvas on your feet means you just end up sliding a little. Real dignified.

“You said you weren’t doing ballet this year for your dance. Seriously, let me help.” Wow, he almost sounds genuine. Which only makes you far more suspicious. Eyes narrow as he watches you, standing in silence that’s too heavy and too tense. The other two in the room don’t say anything, afraid of leaving with bite marks should they get between the two fighting cats.

“Fine,” you snap, dropping his bag and watching with pride as he fumbles it a little as he wasn’t really holding it. You toss a look to Mae that says more than you could voice right now. Surprisingly she’s already grabbed a couple chairs off the stack, presumably with Chan’s help, and sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. A cheerful thumbs up from her settles the butterflies you didn’t notice had taken up residence in your gut.

Minho is at your side in a beat, his stuff placed back on top of yours. A very are-you-for-real? look in his direction that he just gives you a smile, bunny teeth and all. Mae’s been in charge of the music and you give her a look through the mirror to start it again. On the count you step out into your first move and get lost again in the feeling of your body moving to the music. All you see is yourself in the mirror, critical of every single twitch of muscle and wrinkle of skin. You catch Minho’s eyes in the mirror and you can’t look away.

The intensity in his eyes is captivating, watching every small step and maneuver you put your body through. You’ve seen that look on his face before, years ago, when he would watch you practice your ballet routines or when he was helping with taekwondo. It’s somehow comforting to see him tracking your hands, your feet, watching how you throw your body through the air as if you’re made of a feather instead of a human body.

You can’t take your eyes off him watching you. His eyes meet yours in the mirror. All you can see is him. All he can pay attention to is you.

What you two don’t see is Chan and Mae shaking hands over a friendly bet and sharing knowing smiles.

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what would enemies to lovers be like with akaashi, kenma, ‘tsumu and suna? (separate)

a/n: ah, yes, you have discovered my favorite trope ;) tw: swearing, highly suggestive (it's impossible to write any of these without turning it into light nsfw), lowercase intentional, unnecessarily long for no reason length: 5.7k

enemies to lovers - haikyuu!! x reader

atsumu miya you hate him because he's the most annoying fucker you've ever been forced to meet. - why does it seem to be a rule that one twin always has to be the most annoying piece of shit you've ever met? and then there's osamu, the nice twin. why is there always an evil twin for every nice one? for every good thing there has to be something equally as bad - this was a simple rule in your life. you were lucky enough to be put in the same class as your good friend osamu, but unlucky enough to also be put in the same class as his twin, atsumu. it didn't take long for atsumu, in some twisted sense of jealousy over your attention for his twin rather than himself you presumed, to begin to make it his life mission to bother you as much as possible. unlike osamu, you weren't quite as gifted at letting insults roll off your back when a retort wasn't worth it. (i.e., during a lecture and atsumu is kicking the back of your chair and you don't have the patience to wait out his immature game so you swing around in your chair and tell him off just as the professor turns around). which may or may not have happened to you just a few hours ago, earning both you and the piss-blond-haired twin extra cleaning duties after classes were over. -

"ya still mad at me?" He Who Shall Not Be Named questioned. you sighed in exasperation, giving him a look that you hoped conveyed all of your rage and hatred. atsumu liked to be difficult, though, (which you should've guess honestly) and continued, "ya still haven't answered me" you sighed once more, ensuring you were as loud as possible to display your annoyance before answering, "i thought my expression gave it all away... to think i underestimated the depths of your stupidity," you added snidely. somewhere in the midst of your insult, he'd crept closer to you. in a poor case of judgment, you allowed your gaze to wander to his soft, brown eyes that peered at you - not with contempt, but with something else entirely. it took you by surprise. typically when you'd exchange quips (which you thankfully always had the upper hand in), he'd shout out in annoyance (because he couldn't think of something better to say, of course). yet, now, he was looking at you in a way that was completely foreign to you. you had yet to see this atsumu - the one who stared at you with a ghost of a smile on his mouth and a little glimmer in his eyes. as if snapping you out of your reverie, he suddenly said, "i like it when ya look at me like that." you swallowed. "look at you like what, miya?" his eyes flicked up to meet yours. "like ya don't hate me." stupidly, your eyes lingered on his lips once more. you scoffed, "whatever, miya. keep telling yourself that. let's finish cleaning up so i can finally go home." you turned so he couldn't see the light flush blooming on your cheeks. you missed his somewhat crestfallen expression. -

"kiss me, atsumu. kiss me and make me fall in love with you." dew dripped from your lips, your eyes heavy with lust as you looked at him. your fingers wandered up his torso, finding purchase on his broad shoulders. with a feather-like touch, you slid them up to the back of his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape. atsumu moaned below you - halfway through turning into a gasp as you leaned in, lightly brushing against his crotch in order to whisper, "i know how badly you've wanted this, 'tsumu." and fuck, he could hear the smirk in your voice. atsumu's eyes snapped open. the glaring red of his clock read "2:41 AM". atsumu groaned, slapping an arm over his eyes. another dream about you. he frowned at the tent in his pants. thank god atsumu's parents decided to separate his room with osamu's after they got into high school because of all of their fights or he'd never hear the end of it. he blushed imagining all the things he was probably saying in his sleep. you always had that obnoxious effect on him - catching him off guard. he's fairly certain nothing could've prepared him for the force that came with him falling for you. it wasn't as if he planned it - in fact - for many months he fought against the feelings he detected himself beginning to develop. you were like an itch that he couldn't get rid of. but you were slowly becoming less like an itch and more like a rash - spreading with a fiery intensity. he couldn't stop thinking about you.. which made it all worse because he knew just how much you couldn't stand him. don't get him wrong, you were annoying. so annoying. the way you've smile - a real genuine smile! - at his shitty brother, but the moment your eyes caught his own, your smile would fall. you were so irritating with your little giggle and your light touches on his twins arm when he'd made some snide remark about atsumu. you were so fucking obnoxious with the way you'd do something sweet unexpectedly and make him fall in love with you all over again. the way you'd fussed over him when he dislocated his shoulder after a heavy-handed serve.. or the way you'd sometimes even take his side of the argument between him and osamu (that was rare though). the annoying part of you was simply that you weren't annoying - there was nothing not to like about you, and yet you seemed to see right through all the false-positives of his personality, instead focusing on all the numerous flaws he had. believe him, atsumu knows he's not perfect, no matter how hard he'd strive to be so. but why did it hurt so much more when you tore him apart with your gaze and biting remarks? because it's you - his heart answered. -

osamu grinned at you, "told ya so." "you're so full of shit!" you gaped in denial, "it wasn't like that," you added softly. "'m tellin' ya, when i looked in ya classroom all i saw was this-," osamu proceeded to lean closer to you, sliding his hand near your own and doing his best mock-flirtation expression. you shoved him away, "whatever, 'samu!" you felt a heated presence on your back just as a voice coolly said, "havin' fun over here?" you nearly snapped your neck swiveling in order to look at none other than atsumu miya, arms crossed and gaze sharp. noticing his twin's apparent irritation, osamu smirked, "plenty. ya can leave now." atsumu's bicep flexed, presumably out of jealousy - was he really that desperate for his twins attention? you thought to yourself. you were shocked to feel a protective hand cover your shoulder. "i need 'ta borrow her for a second, actually." atsumu ground out through his teeth. osamu's grin only grew wider as he motioned his approval. atsumu's expression was unreadable as he urged you outside the classroom, into the unoccupied hallway. -

"is, uh, is there somethin' between ya and 'samu?" atsumu asked, mere seconds after you'd walked outside the classroom. you couldn't help the little laugh that slipped out of your mouth, noticing as his eyes squinted a bit more at this. "no, of course not! seriously, it's not like that 'tsumu- er- atsu-....miya." atsumu's eyes widened at the nickname. he took a step closer. "call me by that name from now on. i want ya to." you looked down, feeling embarrassed, but nodded. surprising yourself, you added, "i don't hate you...'tsumu." he was much closer now. "hey, uh, can i kiss ya?" you sighed against him, "please."

suna rintaro you hate him because no matter what, he always seems to have the best comebacks... yet never falters at your own. - suna is nearly impossible to shake. you have a tendency to automatically activate Sassy ModeTM whenever you're in the near vicinity of a guy - especially an attractive one. you recalled the moment you'd met him, during a mutual class he'd asked to borrow a pencil. without missing a beat, you couldn't help back your sour retort, "what kind of person forgets a pencil?" it was your innate defense mechanism that automatically made you come off as a huge bitch to any guy you met simply because you couldn't cope with the fact that you had no idea how to talk to men. yet, he'd only smirked, letting out a little chuckle, "what kind of person gets mad at a stranger?" "i'm not mad," you defended a tad too angrily. he stopped, still grinning, to gaze at you up and down. "you sure look like you're pissed." at this, you rolled your eyes and sighed, exasperated. "well maybe you just suck at reading people." this dude was really starting to annoy you. he sighed, "can i just have a pencil?" you sighed back and slam a pencil down on his desk before turning yourself back to facing the front of the classroom. from there, your run-ins with the dark-haired man seemed to triple. any chance he'd get, he'd find some way to irritate you into losing banter. he always had some obnoxious card of his sleeve. you missed the glances he'd steal at you when you weren't looking - a longing, desperate look. to suna, you were a little standoffish and a little bit defensive and rude, but he thought it was kind of cute how he could always catch you off guard. he'd pay good money to have a video of your sputtering after something witty or snarky he'd said in reply to your biting words. -

you sat at your desk. you were supposed to be doing your homework, but had long-since allowed your mind to wander. you knew it was childish, but you swore the next time you'd see him you'd trip him up with you words - something he took great delight in doing to you just about every occasion he was able. suddenly, an idea occurred to you - an idea that even suna hadn't thought up just yet. if it made you uncomfortable, it was bound to work. it was just crazy enough that it would definitely rattle him at least a little.. and for sure make him feel uncomfortable, maybe even disgusted. it was perfect. -

sure enough, the next day you ran into suna yet again. he was typically the one to force you into conversation and today was no different. he walked up to you oh-so-casually, a lazy grin adorning his face. "miss me yet, y/n?" you couldn't back your smug expression, "well... honestly, yes." you didn't give him to think as you grabbed his arm, purposefully squishing your boobs on either side of his arm, nuzzling your face lightly against him. you knew it was overkill, but if it even would possibly work, it was worth it. still, you avoided his gaze out of your own embarrassment. you only gazed up at him once you heard was sounded like choking sound then a soft, "what are you doing?" his expression shocked you - he was frowning, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his lips down turned. you continued on, draping your arms over his shoulders, mimicking his lazy smirk. "just making you suffer for a little bit," you replied with a wink. you bit back a smile as he went completely speechless. he seemed to be a fish out of water, his mouth closing and opening. he settled for another question, ".....why?" you slowed your answer, gleefully taking in his tortured expression. before answering, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting them slowly. "because..." he gulped as you continued, leaning into his ear and whispering, "i win." you pulled back, expecting a look of disgust or hatred. instead, you were met with a face adorned with burning ears and cheeks, and an avoidant gaze. as if suddenly realizing you're distanced presence, he blinked out of his stupor. his voice was low as he said, "that's not playing fair," his eyes narrowing impossibly smaller. you leaned closer yet again, "how so? don't you always play dirty?" he sucked in a breath, "i can't decide if this is heaven or hell." suna wasn't usually one for cryptic, confusing messages, so his reply was quite abnormal. you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to respond. luckily, he continued, "you drive me so fucking crazy." as if forgetting to be hostile, you blinked, before replying with a curt, "likewise." he laughed at that, outright and just as obnoxiously as always. "you have no clue what i'm talking about." -

suna decided from then on to be as forward as possible, because fuck were you so beautiful. it was embarrassing the amount of times he'd wake up rock hard after dreaming of you. you made sure none of your conversations were easy.. but he really liked that about you. you were a challenge. and then you of course had to pull that great stunt. fuck, he was already in deep, and you had to go and pull him in further. "making him suffer"? he couldn't have said it better himself. it was impossibly hard to look at you knowing he couldn't have you. he'd sometimes catch himself staring at your lips and imagining the way they'd feel against his own. so many times he found himself having to hold back because you both knew you weren't into him at all. in fact, he was positive you despised him. that is, until the party. -

you were completely plastered - black-out drunk. he was worried about you, so he made a vow to watch over you for the rest of the night, making sure you were okay. you didn't make it easy on him. you hands were every where. on his arms, against his cheeks... it was unbearable. until you opened that venom-mouth of yours. "suna, sometimes i really like to just imagine what you'd look at me like if i wasn't just some joke to you.." you smirked stupidly, "rin-rin... you're so cute," you continued, squishing his cheeks together as his face grew hot. "rin-rin... i bet you kiss good.. and you'd probably treat your girlfriend right," you laughed, "unless it was me." he blanched. is this seriously what you thought of him? you bit your lit. "maybe sometime i'll surprise you again." you leaned in, alcohol on your breath, "maybe sometime i'll do something like this." you lightly brushed your soft lips over his own, eliciting a shocked gasp from him. he was trying to hold back.. you were drunk after all.. but fuck, if you wanted this? no. it's time for you to go home. he promptly slung you over his shoulder, carrying you to his car, thankfully sober. from there, he drove you to his home (he didn't even have your number). -

you awoke to a pounding headache and a sense of regret. and also, the smell of something yummy. you padded your way to the kitchen, at last realizing your surroundings were entirely unfamiliar. and there stood suna-fucking-rintaro at the stove, making what appeared to be souffle pancakes. at the sound of your footsteps, he turned around, seemingly aware of your hangover and softly greeted you, "good morning." you rubbed your eyes, replying with a stiff nod. as if it was the most casual thing ever, suna continued, "so, wanna go out with me?" your eyes widened and you were certain if you were holding anything you'd have dropped it, "what?" suna turned to you, taking in your figure liberally, "i remember what you said last night." your face turned ashen, "fuck... i'm sorry..?" he smirked, "no apologies." "i swear i was drunk as fuck." "being drunk doesn't change your morals." "this has nothing to do with morals, it has to do with judgment." "so you regularly feel up guys?" you frowned, "no. fuck. what did i do?" "too much," he sniffed, holding back a chuckle. you yet again didn't know how to reply. "are you asking me out as a joke? or...?" he plated the pancakes and turned around slowly, leaning against the cooling stove. "am i not allowed to genuinely like you? you already said i'm hot." "i did not!" you denied, feeling your cheeks redden. "tell that to your drunk-self last night." "well... so what if you're hot? your personality is ass!" he laughed out-right this time, "you wish." "where do you get all that obnoxious confidence from?" he pretended to think for a moment, "my hot bod...?" you threw the nearest object, which happened to be a crumpled up piece of paper, narrowly missing him, "shut up!" you laughed. he leaned closer, "go out with me, please? you'll have fun. promise i won't be as annoying, 'kay?" you mumbled, "you're not annoying" before you could stop yourself. "dinner at 7?" you nodded shyly. he grinned, "it's a date then. see you there... oh, and want some pancakes?" you laughed, "do i even have to reply?"

akaashi keiji you hate him because he's better at everything - better than you. it was so irritating. -

you were the top of your class every time exams rolled around - at least in middle school. not so once you began your high school career. you were proud of the work you put in. long hours spent studying seemed all to be worth it when you'd see your name as the number one spot on the exam results poster board. until you met him. akaashi keiji - top of your class - beating you sometimes by single percentage points. it became a bit of an obsession for yourself - you'd attend after school tutoring programs, you'd ask teachers for practice tests and spent your weight in workbooks. yet every. single. time. a test came.. you'd come in second. it grated on you... he was even in a sports club! how did he find the time to get such good grades, much less earn the spot at the top of the class?! what angered you more was the fact that whenever you saw akaashi, you never saw him studying. it was easy from there for you to assume he never did. nothing seemed to bother him beyond the overly energetic team captain of his volleyball club - and he was more like a little child akaashi cared for rather than a hindrance - it seemed. the worst part is that akaashi didn't seem to care at all. he did not match your competitive spirit. you recalled the numerous times you'd ask to see his grade following a test and he'd refuse to show you. it didn't take much for you to peek at his grade and see it was a perfect score, however. he never sneered at his better score or mocked you for trying so hard which some how pissed you off even more. because, if he wasn't mocking you, it was surely because he felt sorry for you. you loathed pity more than anything else. it was why you began to become so short with him, rolling your eyes when your eyes would meet in the hallway or scoffing at him whenever he'd catch your eye. another thing that pissed you off about akaashi was that he wasn't ugly. it would make you feel a lot better if he was some nerdy geek with zero social skills and zero friends to match but no - he was actually surprisingly popular. not in the way that he had some charismatic and showy personality, but let's just say that the girls in your class as well as the guys' eyes traveled toward the raven-haired boy more often than normal. the only thing the two of your had in common was your hatred for group projects. because of your high academic standing, the teachers seemed to see this as the perfect opportunity to put you in groups with the lowest achievers - who were often the bottom-of-the-barrel, laziest human beings you've ever met. it was easy to see in akaashi's expression whenever he was assigned with one of those individuals that he was less than thrilled. and for once, you felt a bit of empathy for him, being in the same situation yourself. -

your teacher stood at the front of the class, "alright, group projects - two partners only - and this time.." he paused for effect, "i'm letting you choose your group partner." the class erupted into quiet chattering as both your and akaashi's hands shot up. "yes, akaashi?" tell me you have favorites without telling me you have favorites, you thought. "can i please work alone?" you blinked in surprise, "sensei, me too. can i work alone? i promise i'll do all the work that two group people--" your teacher interrupted the both of you with a tut, "since both of you want to work alone, why don't the both of you work together instead?" the way your teacher's expression showed, he acted as if he was a genius rather than a brainless idiot. seriously? a group project with akaashi? at least he'd do his work.. but probably not without micromanaging the entire thing because he doesn't think you're smart enough. akaashi sighed, as if partnering up with you was the last thing he'd ever want to do, which was pretty rude considering the fact that you do have the second highest grades in your grade level. moving over to you, he motioned to his notebook, "i guess this is the best we're going to get, y/n-san. how would you like to divide up the work?" you grimaced at his strict formality of speaking, but answered nonetheless which parts you'd do - which, by habit, was almost the entire project. to your surprise, however, akaashi said, "that's too much, y/n. i'll do my share of the work, too." then, he scribbled out your name under a unit, instead writing his own and indicating he'd do the presentation itself. you were hoping he wasn't volunteering because he remembered how badly you shook the last time you had to present in front of the class. -

strangely enough, your work together went by incredibly smoothly. you worked well off each other and heeded each other's suggestions in order to enhance your presentation further. when you'd go off on a spiel about a particular subject, he'd listen attentively with an admittedly, obnoxiously, handsome little smile on his face. it was then, you decided, that maybe akaashi wasn't entirely so bad even though he was better at everything.. better than you. you recalled the night you'd spent together at your house, finishing the last touches on the presentation slides when you'd found yourself drifting off into sleep. you woke up to a dark room with a blanket draped over you and a note on the table. "i'll see you at school tomorrow. sleep well. - A.K." your cheeks heated, imagining your embarrassing sleeping face. meanwhile, akaashi held back a smile as he turned the key in the knob of his apartment. cute. -

it wasn't until the end of your project together that you realized that you did not hate him - not even in the slightest. rather, it was the opposite. you'd seen the akaashi with his big glasses and dark circles under his eyes, you'd seen ranting akaashi going on about how frustrating it was when he couldn't get a set just right in volleyball, you'd seen upset akaashi after the day that his cat died... and all of it felt like special knowledge that only you knew about. you were the only one who got to see this side of akaashi that he hid under his deep composure. he was so sweet and kind. and you're in love. shit. -

akaashi never asked you why you disliked him, but he was much happier now that the two of you were.. dare i say... friends. his eyes lit up whenever he saw you enter the classroom and you often exchanged inside jokes to each other. with akaashi, becoming "lovers" wasn't something that was asked.. it was all of a sudden like the two of you were holding hands and exchanging looks. all of a sudden all of the things that akaashi wanted to do for so long.. he was able to do. and he did.

kenma kozume you hate him because he's so... apathetic. -

kenma is an anomaly. most of the things that excited your other classmates seemed to even bring him slight annoyance. you're a bright, cheerful thing so it's no wonder you started to dislike him. being the class representative meant you had to hype up the entire class toward events they were required to go to and participate in, yet kenma almost never showed up. you tried everything. after finding out his affinity for gaming, you tried to incorporate it into event ideas but they either got shot down by other classmates quickly, or didn't even seem to spark interest in the pudding-head. how were you supposed to do your job as the class representative if not everyone was on board? you had to admit you have a problem with saying "no" to people. the reason you became class representative in the first place (besides your bubbly personality), was because everyone voted you as the representative, and you didn't have the heart to turn them all down. the teachers were aware of this, and how reliable you were, so you also found yourself doing menial tasks for the faculty as well. but what could you say? you liked to feel helpful, and useful, and reliable. well that, and your crippling view of constant self-inadequacy... but we don't talk about that. you were broken out of your trance by a quiet mumble, "you should just say 'no' when they ask you to do that stuff." it was none other than pudding-head himself. it took you by surprise, his interest in something other than the game he was secretly playing under his desk. you looked at the stack of paperwork on your desk - the delivery girl needed to head off to the faculty room. you - you is delivery girl. you sighed, but stubbornly replied, "i think it's fun! i want to be helpful and i think it's nice to participate in things... unlike some people." you glanced out of the corner of your eye, hoping for a reaction. there was none. it's not that you hated him.... it was more like a strong dislike for his apathy. without looking up from his game, he seemingly ignored you, if not for the small shake of his head. -

"hey kenma! kenma, kenma!" you cheered, "wanna come to this super exciting, super fun, super amazing christmas party?!" you nudged him, trying to infect him with your joy. "sounds like a hastle," he grumbled. you pouted, "you're no fun... please? please, kenma, you never go to these things!! i really want you to and sensei is worried about you too he says that if you don't go to an event this year that he'll make my life a living hell pleaseeee-" "why is that your responsibility?" "please, kenma!! your friend kuroo-senpai can come, too! aren't you guys close? and, and, you can bring your game!" you pleaded. kenma let out a long suffering sigh before saying, "fine." -

the christmas party was booming, loud, obnoxious music was playing while surprisingly sober boys sang off-key into the karaoke machine. everything was going off without a hitch.. but kenma was no where to be seen. you grumbled, upset that you didn't rope him into getting his number so you could spam the call button until he picked up. you started wandering around, asking if anyone had kenma's number so you could beg him to show up, but unsurprisingly, no one had it. you hadn't realized it until now - how no one in your class seemed to be that close to kenma at all. the only known friend you'd seen him have was the tall third year, kuroo tetsuro, who was also the volleyball captain. they seemed like complete opposites, so you wondered how they came to be friends. suddenly, an idea popped in your head. if no one had kenma's number, maybe someone had kuroo's? it was a long shot, but you were willing to try anything. you told yourself it was because you didn't want to disappoint your teacher... but deep down you knew you really wanted kenma to come. in a weird way, the class didn't seem complete without him there... ignoring everyone and playing his game. a part of you disliked him, you realized, because he was able to be so uncaring, unlike you. it was annoying, but in some ways you wish you could be as uncaring of what other people thought of you and what people expected of you. you broke out of your reverie - "yeah, i have kuroo-senpai's number." a guy chimed in, showing you his phone. you let out a little sound of excitement, earning a few chuckles from your classmates as you hurriedly typed in the number on your phone. the number rang twice before the unfamiliar voice of kuroo tetsuro rang though, "hello?" you gasped, "hi! is this kuroo tetsuro-senpai?" there was a pause, "...yes?" "ah, uhm, this is y/n-chan! from class 2-B! i was wondering.. well, you're friends with kenma-kun, right? he said he'd come to the christmas party with you but he's not here and i really wanted him to come but don't tell him i said that!" you took in a deep breath. "oh, y/n-chan, huh?" you could sense a smile in his voice, "kenma didn't forget, we're actually on our way right now." there was some dialogue you couldn't hear on the other side of the phone, so you just said, "awesome! thank you!!" there was a laugh and then a "see you there" before you both hung up. it was honestly kind of embarrassing how excited you were that kenma didn't forget and that he was actually coming to the party. it was simply because your teacher told you he had to come, of course - there was no other reason for your excitement. sure enough, not even five minutes later, a tall, black-haired man waved over to you, the ever-familiar face of kenma kozume trailing behind him... with no game in sight. you'd be a fool not to suspect he had one stored away in a pocket, though. you couldn't hold back your impulsive excitement as you let out a little scream, barreling onto kenma in a big hug. the party-excitement must've been getting to you, you thought. "kenma, you came!! i'm so excited!!" his eyes widened comically as he exchanged a helpless glance at kuroo who was turned away, covering his mouth to hide his laugh. kenma eyed you up and down before noticing your expectant gaze, and quickly turned his head and looked away. you didn't miss the light flush of his cheeks as he let out a small, "you look nice." you couldn't hold back your big smile at his compliment, gushing about how you could live another day without your teacher breathing down your neck as you grabbed onto his arm, ushering him over to a table of food and pointing at all the dishes. throughout the night, the surprising part was kenma's keen interest whenever you spoke. when other classmates greeted him or tried to start a conversation, he gave short, clipped answers and dry replies. but whenever you talked, he looked right into your eyes with such concentration that you wondered if there was something on your face. -

you found that you and kuroo had a lot of things in common as well, both being go-getter personalities, you shared a lot of stories and traits. you swore you even saw a ghost of a smile on kenma's face as kuroo exchanged a story about their youth - apparently they were childhood friends! somewhere along the talk, it began to quiet down as people trickled out, each leaving as it was getting closer to midnight. yet, strangely, you were enjoying your conversation. kenma had talked more than you thought he'd ever spoken in his life, adding additional details to kuroo's stories or correcting them (beginning a short argument over who had the right version of the story), and even telling some stories of his own. you missed the lovesick look kenma gave you when you gushed over your favorite hobbies and some entertaining stories of your own, recalling the time you had to drag kenma into the culture festival room in order to be dressed up as a samurai. you began to realize that maybe kenma wasn't bad at all. you noticed when classmates tried to talk to him, he'd unconsciously begin wringing his hands. he was socially anxious, and you couldn't believe you didn't realize it before. you felt bad for trying to force him to go to events until he suddenly said, "thank you. for always inviting me to stuff. usually the reps give up on me after a few months." you couldn't hold back a big smile, "i'm glad you came tonight. this was fun." kuroo not-so-subtly glanced back and forth between the two of you. "so... kenma.. y/n-san... when are you two going out?" you nearly spit out your drink as kenma shot a lethal glare at his best friend. kuroo, unaffected, smirked back. you flushed, "i.. uhm, well.." you let out an awkward laugh, "well, if you--" kenma sighed, "just ignore him." looking at you regretfully. you frowned. but it's now or never, right? you looked up at kuroo, "well," you began, "if, hypothetically, kenma wanted to go on a date with me..." you cleared your throat, "i wouldn't say no." all of your courage was gone, so you quickly stood up, practically dashing to the exit of the karaoke bar, but a gentle hand caught you just as you reached the door. kenma avoided your gaze but said, "you didn't let me reply." you blinked in surprise. he continued, "i'll see you at 3pm tomorrow?" you nodded, flabbergasted. what just happened? you could scarcely hear the raucous laughter of the bed-headed third year in the background of your racing heart.

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[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 22

Warnings: description of a hangover,vomit, implied attempted murder, mentions of pregnancy and menstruation, death, ghosts

Taglist:@mercedesdecorazon @aemondx @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @ewanmitchellcrumbs @watercolorskyy

Gif by @maggie-stormborn

The last thing he remembers is thinking the wine tasted wrong.

Before he could say anything, everything slowed down and no noise left his mouth as his tongue felt thick and numb.

Now he is awake in a strange room with a hangover from hell and his eye on a clean handkerchief on the nightstand.

Aemond struggles to sit up and barely registers himself in a nightshirt and, thankfully, his own underpants.

He hardly indulges this much, the last time he got this drunk he had woken up to Jena fresh as a daisy teasing him for being such a lightweight.

The prince hardly reaches the chamber pot before the wine repeats itself.

“There, there, brother, let it out.” Helaena’s hands are cool on his forehead and talks to him like he was a baby and not a man grown.

In his confusion he almost calls her mother.

“Where am I?” he asks, leaning on her for comfort as she wipes his mouth and continues to fuzz over him.

“Why, you are in Dragonstone. Sea Dragon Tower, to be exact.” Hel answers and has her attendants call the maester, and worse, Aemma.

“How did I get here?” he asks wincing at his own words.

He’s never drinking again, Aemond tells himself as he shuts his eye to stop the nausea and pain the light causes.

He is smelly and still struggling to even sit, yet he is fine.

A relief because whatever they put in the wine had him unconscious for the entire night and even most of the next morning.

“How in the seventh hell did I end up here, Aemee?” he asks after he has been seen to by Gerardys and given a fortifying hair of the dog.

“Do you remember the wine and how I told you Storm’s End was a trap?” she asks, hoping he does not remember the slight hinting to her pregnancy before that.

After he had fainted from the sweetsleep laced wine, Aemma had tried her best to get him to wake up. Somehow she had gotten him onto her bed and went as far as to throw water at his face to get him to wake up.

He had mumbled in his sleep, turned on his side and began to snore.

Had that not been a trap set to capture her, Aemma would have just left him in Storm’s End.

It was Baela’s idea to take him with them as both a hostage and in case Baratheon had meant to kill her with a wrong dose of sweetsleep.

Baela who helped her roll him into the sheet and convinced a half asleep Joffrey into carrying him to the courtyard through the servants corridors.

How they weren’t caught is a mystery she doesn’t care to find out.

Even worse, how Aemond survived being chained like luggage on her dragon all the way here, is something she has no way to explain.

“Where’s Vhagar?” he asks once she is done with the strange tale of how they kidnapped him.

“The Dragonmont or the beach near it, she was seen trying to entice the Cannibal away from Meleys, mating season has yet to end this year and she is making up for lost time by the looks of it.” She answered placing the cold cloth on his forehead, they were alone and with no audience the queen was free to sit at his bedside despite his smell making her nauseous. “She followed us here, was very annoyed with me until we un-swaddled you and she saw you were fine. When you didn’t wake, we feared you were dead or getting there.”

“Hmm. I suppose I can forgive that. You were only seeking to protect yourself ---” He said as if she had asked for forgiveness and then added as he moved his hand to her flat belly “ ---and our little one.”

She could lie and said she made it up to get Borros’ attention.

But she doesn’t.

Instead the young queen placed her hand over his.

Had been a fortnight since she had seen him let alone touched him.

Just having his hand on the low part of her stomach had her feeling butterflies.

“That is why you went there, to tell me.” He concludes despite how out of sorts he is.

“No one else knows, not even Gerardys. He believes my monthlies did not come from the grief.” Aemma confessed knowing it won’t be long before her delicate condition is discovered. “If anyone deserves to know first, it should be you.”

And after telling him that she was supposed to end things because she doesn’t want Cassandra to be hurt by their affair nor their child hurt by the Baratheons.

Cass was her father’s daughter, even if Maris was his favorite.

Cassandra was humiliated, and her family insulted so much they had to send Joff to Wyl and start with plan b, but she will recover from that.

She was young, pretty and anyone would be lucky to have the eight and ten year old girl as a bride, but thank the gods she is not Aemond’s wife.

Aemma couldn’t bear it if he belonged to someone else.

“That way I know why you wished to end things. To keep our child safe from them.” He concludes, his hand still on her stomach tracing circles with his thumb.

That was one of the reasons, but Aemond has never really cared about anyone beyond a handful of people.

“And now I am your hostage.” He drops his hand from her stomach, but keeps it on her knee as if she might disappear if he doesn’t touch her.

If he didn’t smell slightly of vomit, she would have gotten into bed with him.

It has been so long since she has felt safe and loved and comforted.

“I prefer honored guest.” She said just because he’d give a sensible chuckle at her words. “Hostage implies you’d be chained to a bed or thrown in the cells to rot.”

“I wouldn’t mind being chained to your bed.” He supplies with the smallest hint of a smirk. “Would make us even, come to think of it.”

Aemma feels her face heat up remembering with great fondness that time he tied her up in his bed.

“If you weren’t hungover, it would take more than my duties to get me out of your bed, dearest one.”

“Fear not, I am not dead.

Had I not gone to her rooms to give her my condolences for my sister’s passing, it is possible that my dear niece would have been the victim of a miscalculation in how much sweetsleep was needed to sedate her.

Fearing that had been an attempt on her life and I had been victim to it, she and her companions, the Lady Baela and Ser Joffrey Arryn, smuggled me out of the keep onto her dragon and brought me to Dragonstone.

Maester Gerardys confirmed the dose had been wrong and had she drank the wine, she would have died given the dose was too great for a woman of her measurements.

Save for the aftereffects of consuming such concoction, I am well and treated with all respect due to my station by my hosts.

I would leave, but Vhagar has been caught up in the last legs of this year’s mating season and until it is over, I am the Queen’s honored guest.

Given it has been seven years since Vhagar has coiled with any male dragons, it may be she is making up for lost time and I expect a sizable clutch of eggs to excuse her odd behavior.

From what I have been told, Lord Baratheon is far too busy with the Vulture King encroaching on his lands to join either side.

After violating the guest right by giving his royal kinswoman tainted wine, I have decided that my betrothal to his daughter, the Lady Cassandra, should be broken.

If you wish to wed Daeron to his younger daughters, I will not stop you, but do warn my younger brother to pass on any wine brought to his chambers or at least have the servant taste it first.

Your son,

Aemond Targaryen.

Postscript: send me my clothing, I cannot stand to be dressed in Daemon’s hand-me downs.”

Had Alicent not been forewarned by Alys that night, she would have been shocked.

She is shocked at how unbothered he is, however.

“The king has called for the council to meet, he has gotten the little queen’s list of demands.” Alys interrupts, coming with a dress for her to wear in her arms.

When the queen arrived to the Throne Room whatever had happened had been over, or came to an end when Aegon himself took her father’s brooch off his lapel and gave it to Ser Criston.

“My new Hand is a steel fist,” he boasted, angry and eyes red with drink. “We are done with writing letters.”

Ser Criston wasted no time in proving his mettle. His face growing harder as he clutched the brooch in his palm.

“It is not for you to plead for support from your lords, like a beggar pleading for alms,” he advised Aegon. “You are the lawful king of Westeros, and those who deny it are traitors. It is past time they learned the price of treason.”

“And if they kill your brother? Have you thought about that, my son?” Alicent asked knowing the answer and hoping it will be different.

“My whore of a wife is in love with him, she would never hurt him. Why do you think she stopped his wedding, mother?” Aegon laughed bitterly.

Why couldn’t she love me, it said.

“Send for the High Septon, have him end my marriage on the grounds of adultery.” He orders and the queen is the only one to stand against him.

“No. You need an heir now more than ever, once she gives you a son, you may expose her and send her away. I only ask that you think this through, Aegon.” She said buying the girl time.

Alys said she was with child at the last supper, that child is the only thing that assures this war will end soon and not let Aegon sacrifice his brother to get to his wife.

Aenys, she had said the babe would be named.

Until Aenys Targaryen is born, Aemma and Aemond are safe.

The next morning, Alicent sees Helaena, Aemond and Daeron in the pile of headless servants, knights and nobles Criston had executed in his first hour as Hand of the King.

“You knew what would happen when you made him king, Alicent, and you did it anyways.” A young Rhaenyra says over her shoulder as she holds a crying babe in her arms.

When Alicent turns the ghosts are gone and the bodies stop being those of her children and granddaughter.

"Now you shall pay the cost."

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss(in the court of aemma the great) fic #all is bliss fic #ocappreciationtag #asoiaf fanfic #house of the dragon #oc fanfiction #hotd #asoiaf au #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell

[ellissay-morningstar]

DWC November 2023, Day 2,Success/Sin

Ellissay looked at the bottom of the once more empty glass. She wasn't drunk, but she could feel the effects of the alcohol as it made its way through her system. She rocked the glass back and forth in her hand as if more drink would magically appear if she stared at it long enough.

Finally, she sat the glass down and waved to the bartender, who raised an eyebrow at her, a woman drinking alone on a weeknight. But she didn't owe him or anyone else an explanation. It wasn't like she would pour out her soul to some random stranger who could probably care less.

Despite his seeming trepidation, the man made his way over and poured her more of the snowplum brandy. She swirled the liquid in the glass a few times, watching it spin, which ultimately made her a bit light-headed. Finally, she swallowed the brandy and sat the glass down before turning on her barstool to take in her surroundings.

Not much in the way of a crowd tonight. After all, it was a Monday evening, and most were probably home with their loved ones. She smirked to herself. She would be home, too, if she had a home. Instead, here she was at some dive working a case cause she had to somehow put food on the table and pay the rent for wherever her next job took her.

She heard the scrape of the door opening, and her eyes flickered to the guy who had walked into the room. She didn't have to be told that this was her target. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that wouldn't quit had been the description she had been given. They weren't lying. He swaggered in like he owned the place because, from her understanding, he did.

Also, from her understanding, he was using the joint as a front for something nefarious. If her intel was on point. He had become infamous in underground circles known as the heartbreaker. Though he seemed good at keeping his head down and hands clean. SI:7 hadn't found a stitch of evidence on him or his operation in the months they had been tracking him. The only reason she had put two and two together was that she knew a guy who knew a guy. But isn't that how it always goes? And hellfire, she could always be wrong.

She slips off the barstool, moves forward as if she doesn't see the man, and bumps straight into him. He seems for a moment that he will yell at her until his eyes graze over her features, and she sees them soften. "You alright?" he says instead of whatever harsh words had almost come out of his mouth.

Pretending to have slipped, she had grabbed his wrist, her nails biting into the skin, though he seemed not to notice. Ellissay pulled back, and for a moment, his eyes caught hers, and damn it, but she felt herself stare back. Immediately, she broke the stare, genuine heat coming to her cheeks. "My apologies. I should watch where I am going or perhaps have a little less to drink on an empty stomach." She lets herself chuckle slightly.

She straightens herself up, and her hands slip from his wrist, and his lips curl into a grin as if she were a canary and he was a cat. She might have enjoyed the attention any other time, but not tonight. Tonight, she had business to take care of. She composed herself and once more apologized, trying her best to play coy, which, truth be told, wasn't her strong suit. Thankfully, he seemed to be in a hurry and didn't seem to notice.

She realizes he is speaking to her. "You sure you are okay, miss? Can I call a taxi service for you?" Ellissay shakes her head and tells the man it won't be necessary, and he nods and bids her good evening. He is gone, disappearing down the stairs. Which is just as well. The poison from her nails would take hold in about five to ten minutes. The plan was to ensure he was in his office when it took effect and passed out.

She turns toward the bartender and feigns a bit of embarrassment. "Your restroom, please." He points downstairs and to the left. And just like that, she has a reason for going downstairs.

She makes her way down into the dimly lit hallway, but instead of turning left, she makes her way right, following a sliver of light shining from beneath a closed door. She takes a deep breath, calculates how much time has passed doing the mental math, and takes several deep breaths before she pushes the door open, hoping it is the right room.

And there he is, passed out in the big chair behind a rather large desk covered in papers. Ellissay rushes over to the desk and scans the documents. She wouldn't have much time. Either he would wake, or the bartender would get suspicious if she didn't return. She pulls a small camera from a bag at her side and starts taking picture after picture. She would have to review the documents later to see if any were useful.

He stirred, and she knew she was running out of time. For a moment, she feels guilty about drugging a man who may or may not be innocent of any wrongdoing. But she had at least succeeded in tonight's plan. Perhaps tonight would prove him innocent, or maybe it would condemn him of the sins he had committed. Either way, her job was done.

@daily-writing-challenge

#novemberdwc2023 #novemberday22023 #ellissay-morningstar #success #sin #writing

[secondsonaym]

The Vessel Project - Exemplary [Shamura 1]

(read on Ao3 here)

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Well. It would seem I cannot avoid it any longer. It is my turn to detail my experience under the ‘guidance’ of Raziel.

This was my idea, and yet when I hold the pen in my hand, a vile taste comes to my mouth. 

The pristine stained glass that represented my faith in her--my trust in her--has been unceremoniously shattered. I have cut myself on these shards, attempting to piece them back together, but all in vain. The image created is but a ghastly and grotesque imitation of what it should be.

Should I get it over with? Be concise about it, reduce it all to bullet points, so as to reduce the pain?

No. That wouldn’t be fair to my siblings, who have wrenched open their own wounds and written in their own tears, even with just these opening parts. And I know that it will only get worse from here.

I have seen the thoughts they have penned in their own introspection, the questions they have posed to both the abstraction of the paper and to me directly as I review things.

They are as devastated and scared as I am.

To cower away from this would be repugnant and underhanded. Inconsiderate. 

That’s not who I want to be. I refuse to be like that. I will never allow myself to be like her.

Forgive me, future self, should you decide to look back on this. The shaky penmanship is not from youth or a lack of care. It is from the trembling that I can reduce, but not eliminate, as I record what I went through.

Know that, in these early accounts, I was blinded. And I am not the foolish child I once was.

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The events after the meeting transpired much like the others had previously described: The bishops left with their disciples, and I had been instructed by Lady Raziel to clean up the mess that had been left by Michael’s wound.

Thankfully, cleaning up blood was something I had already had experience in. I won’t go too far into the details, but simply put, there was no evidence anything had happened by the time I was finished, much to Lady Raziel’s approval.

Though the other bishops and disciples were likely to head to sleep as soon as they returned to their territories, such was not the case for the two of us Silk Cradle natives. Many inhabitants of the Silk Cradle were nocturnal by nature, and though Lady Raziel technically did not need to sleep, She had adopted a schedule that better meshed with those in Her order.

Once I had put the cleaning supplies away, I made my way to Lady Raziel’s office, where I was certain She would be waiting for me. Before the meeting took place, Lady Raziel had instructed me to observe the other disciples, and give Her a report once things had concluded.

That was what I liked about Her. She was meticulous, and She was always planning Her next move. Though the vessel project had been Her idea, She still wanted to know what to expect from the other bishops, so as not to lose Her own game.

Going to Her office to give her a variety of reports was not a foreign thing to me--In truth, my role as a disciple had started long before Lady Raziel had formally introduced the project to the other bishops. I suppose it helped to have my mother as a member of Her order, but I enjoyed it all the same.

When I entered Her office--A cramped space, compared to the grand ceilings of the main chamber--She was, of course, waiting for me… As were three others.

Lined up against the wall opposite Lady Raziel’s desk were the other children who were present in the order. Well, I say ‘children,’ but one was very much an adult already. But he was far younger than anyone else in the order, and was a child of another order member, so he got lumped in with the rest of us more often than not.

“‘Bout time.” Cindy, the bat, scoffed as she folded her arms. 

“Ooooh, don’t be so mean, Cindy!” Came the eager trills of the centipede beside her. Polly was always so bubbly, no matter the situation, so even when scolding somebody else, she still had a big smile on her face.

“Can we just get this over with?” Ian said as he rolled his eyes. As the oldest of our quartet, he didn’t bother hiding his annoyance when having to put up with us, but I had learned to let it slide fairly quickly. I had better things to do than squabble with him, anyway.

I turned my attention to the desk, behind which stood Lady Raziel, looking expectantly at me over the tall stacks of papers and writing utensils.

Perhaps I should quickly explain why the other three were present in a matter that should have been between Lady Raziel and Her disciple. The short answer to that is that we were all Her disciples. 

“Why should I limit myself to just one?” She had mused, when initially gathering us to observe our qualities. “More vessels means more power, right? And I don’t even have to tell that to those other idiots, haha! They’ll probably just stick to one! Brilliant!”

And at the time, I had agreed. It was quite brilliant, like Lady Raziel Herself. As much as She enjoyed being challenged, She enjoyed winning more. Thus, She always had secondary plans up Her sleeve, so as to gain the upper hand when needed. 

“The other disciples were, frankly, not real interesting.” I began, folding my arms. “Phanuel’s was far too chipper and didn’t take the matter very seriously. Zuriel’s didn’t say much, but considering his age, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t actually fully comprehend what was going on.”

I took a pause to roll my eyes. I recall that I had only just recently learned how to do it with all four of them, so I had taken every opportunity to show it off, not that many really cared.

“Verchiel’s disciple is a pushover, not even sticking with the conviction of wanting to be called by his real name. He went back to Verchiel’s name for him after Phanuel’s disciple started tossing around nicknames.”

“Ohh, did she call you one?” Polly cut in. “Was it ‘Mury’, like Miss Hecate does? Well?”

“Not relevant, Polly, dear.” Lady Raziel chided. She shifted Her eyes back to me, still listening intently. “And what of Michael’s? The little cat? He was quite the surprise, I’m sure the other bishops will agree.”

“A living example on how the sect of Death is unnecessary.” I offered. “They don’t even worship it, according to him.”

“Feh,” Lady Raziel scoffed with a shake of Her head, unsurprised by this. “Michael thinks he’s so much better than us, insisting on respecting Death and its facets--Seeing it as an equal, even! Doddering old fool.”

She stepped around the desk, making the space in front of it that much more crowded, as She loomed over us.

“Even if I were the only disciple of War, I doubt there’d be any challenge.” I said coolly. “Though showing faith in their respective bishops, the others hardly made any indication they’d have the resolve to do what will be expected of them.”

Lady Raziel, of course, had already told us what lay ahead on our path to become Her vessels. We would train in combat and strategy, memorize Her scriptures, and expand our knowledge as far as it would go. We would become perfect representatives of Her creed.

And I could think of no higher honor.

“Oh, I’ve no doubt in that.” She agreed. “The four of you have already been making great strides in your training, and I expect only the best results from you all. But now that everything is formally in order, it is time to start the more serious aspects of said training.”

She took a few envelopes from on top of one of the piles--No doubt having placed them there beforehand; She was so meticulous, so careful. She then handed one to each of us, before returning to Her original position behind the desk.

“Please hand these to your mentors. The contents are for their eyes alone, and they will know what to do upon reading them.” She instructed. “Though you will all be taught the basics of what is expected of you, it is important to diversify. Thus, you will each be given more… Specialized training, on top of it all. Training that plays to your strengths.”

“Oh boy!” Polly squealed, making the legs on my head twitch in agitation. She did not know how to use an indoor voice. “I wonder what my strengths are! Being really long? Climbing on walls?”

“How about ‘inability to shut up?’” Cindy cut in. “You can probably talk so long, your enemies will want to cut their own ears off just to make it stop.”

“Oooh, maybe! You’re so smart, Cindy, I never would have thought of that! Do you think that’d be a good fighting strategy? What about you, Mury?”

“Oh, cram it already!” Cindy barked with a stomp of her foot. “My Lord, is that all you wanted to say to us? If I stick around her any longer, I’m gonna die from overexposure to idiocy.” 

Lady Raziel let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of Her beak, before eventually nodding to Cindy.

“Yes, you may go. Same with you, Ian, and Polly as well. Shamura, I’d like to speak to you for just a bit longer.”

Me? Speak with Lady Raziel directly? Alone? While it hadn’t been the first time such a thing had happened, the proposal still made me freeze in awe. I stood up, straight and proper, while the other three stepped out the door, Polly still chattering away, much to Ian and Cindy’s displeasure.

“Now,” Lazy Raziel said, once they were gone. “It is time for me to speak to you about an extra layer to your own training. One that the others will not be privy to. And there is a reason for this.”

Huh? Extra layer? A reason for… ?

This furthered my confusion, as Lady Raziel had never suggested anything of the sort before this instance. It certainly made sense, at least--She was a woman of a meticulous nature, having many plans that interlocked with each other. 

“If I were to ask you what the biggest flaws of the other three disciples were, what would you tell me?” She asked, tilting Her head.

“Oh, um…” I was caught off-guard, so it took me a moment to think, but soon enough, “Cindy is too emotional. She’s let the death of her uncle get to her, and she’s lashing out at everyone else, destabilizing camaraderie. Ian is the oldest of us, but has been coddled by his mother to the point he projects his own failures on others instead. And Polly… She’s too naive. She doesn’t understand that the world isn’t going to be as welcoming as she thinks.”

“Blinded by emotions. Arrogant. Ignorant.” She listed, counting on Her fingers. “In one way or another, all of these will lead to their defeat--their death. They are liabilities. You, on the other hand, are exemplary.”

This sent a small ripple of pride through me. Lady Raziel, calling me exemplary. It wasn’t even a direct compliment, and it still filled me with joy.

“I would prefer not to watch them fall to their own vices, Shamura. It reflects badly on me, after all. Recall, if you will, one of the tenets of War.”

It was with that prompt I began to get an idea what She was getting at.

“The force is only as strong as its weakest link. Better to snap a link so it can be replaced, than fall from its sudden breakage.” I recited.

“Exactly. It is unfortunate, but those three cannot be trusted on their own. Their mentors will do their best to guide them, but it will not be a perfect prevention.” She said, “Thus, I have a request for you, should the worst come to pass.”

I stared at Her intently, feeling my fur bristle slightly in anticipation. Though I was eager to hear what She had to say, a faint part of me also dreaded it. Like an unopened box--It could have been anything--anything. 

“Should any of those three begin to show that their resolve is failing… That they cannot keep themselves in check, and risk the order as a whole… I’d like you to kill them for me.”

Silence hung in the air. It wasn’t that I was surprised by this proposal--I knew of the punishments that waited for members of the sect. But the fact that Lady Raziel was asking me to deal with individuals She had deemed a liability… 

In truth, what I felt was a strange mix of honor and… Surprisingly, doubt. That She actually trusted me with something like this was… A bit overwhelming, really. But at the same time, I was… Unsure, really, if I could do it. I had only recently turned thirteen, after all, and this was quite the task to be given at such an age.

“Note, Shamura, that I said ‘should’ they.” Lady Raziel spoke up, catching on to my inner thoughts. “For now, just keep an eye on them. I trust you, and I trust your judgment.”

Right… Yes. Lady Raziel trusted me. Whatever decision I made, and whenever I made it, She would approve. And that’s all I wanted from Her.

Sickening, really.

“Of course, My Lady.” I said, giving Her a deep bow. “I will do my best to live up to your expectations.”

“Very good. With that in order, you may go now.”

“Thank you, My Lady.”

I bowed again and turned to the door, leaving Lady Raziel to her business. The exchange left a strange jumble of emotions in my chest, but I couldn’t really focus on it too much, as no sooner had I stepped out the door, I bumped into somebody.

“Mury!!”

And that somebody was, to nobody’s surprise, Polly.

“Were you waiting out here this whole time?” I asked, squinting at her as I recovered from the collision. “And don’t call me ‘Mury.’”

“Don’t be silly, of course not!” She laughed, antennae wiggling. “I tried to go find Theodore, but he’s busy rewriting an entire book of scripture ‘cause he found a misspelled word on the 57th page of one of our copies, and you know how he is about things being perfect, so--”

“So you came back here to wait for me.” I sighed, starting to walk off in the direction of the temple’s east wing, where my own mentor waited. 

“Pretty much!” She agreed, the faint skittering of her legs audible behind me. “Was it scary talking to Lord Raziel alone? You do it so much, you must be used to it! I think I would molt right then and there if I had to talk to Him by myself. Have you seen me when I molt? It’s soooo gross, my exoskeleton cracks and everything, and-”

 “Actually, I am used to it.” I said, knowing it was better to keep the topic consistent when speaking with Polly. Her rambles would go off in fifty different directions if you let her talk for too long.

“And that’s what’s so cool about you, Mury! You’re so brave, and obviously the most devoted out of any of us, it’s really admirable! I’m so glad you’re my friend.”

I resisted the urge to correct her, and not just on the nickname. While I may have tolerated her better than most others, I didn’t see her as a friend. I didn’t really have any friends in the order, but that wasn’t really a problem for me. I liked it that way.

Polly, for some reason or another, had latched onto me when we had first met. I had grown up in the temple walls, but she had been brought in by Theodore--I can’t recall the specifics as to why. As young as ten, I had to deal with her talking at me and assuming things about our relationship.

I don’t know why I hadn’t said anything about it, honestly. I preferred my own company, so one would have expected me to be upfront with how I didn’t see her the way she saw me. 

Perhaps it was pity? Cindy was closer to Polly’s age than I was, but was more vocal about her distaste for the centipede. Ian, meanwhile, was already an adult, doing more important things and not having time to spend with Polly. There were no other peers in the whole of the order, so I guess the burden of being Polly’s companion fell on me.

“Well, as much as I’d love to chat, I need to deliver the envelope to my mentor.” I said, stopping by the large double doors that formally opened into the east wing. “And you should go back to Theodore. Knowing him, he may already be done with the rewrite by now.”

“Oooh, so true, Mury!” She nodded, and I flinched at the nickname. I did attempt to curb her habit now and then, but in my time knowing her, I had learned that there was probably little hope of getting her to call me anything other than that, so I was forced to put up with it most of the time.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then,” She continued, beaming down at me. “Tell Miss Hecate I said hi!”

Finally free of Polly’s presence, I pushed open the door, slipping into another chamber. This one did not have the benefit of a skylight, so it was much dimmer upon first entering. Normally, it would have braziers lit, for the benefit of the few who did not have good night vision. Based on the fact I saw no orange embers anywhere along the wall, however, it was unlikely any were here at the moment.

This section of the temple was dedicated to the archives, vast records of various things that Lady Raziel had wanted to keep up with--Weather patterns, birth and death records, harvests; they were quite expansive. 

Part of my earlier training had been to study these records, and report if I had noticed any patterns between the various record types: For example, in seasons following a plentiful harvest, the number of deaths due to violence had decreased. Doing what was best for one’s own survival was paramount, so denizens of the Silk Cradle hunting each other was not unheard of, and it happened more frequently when other forms of food were scarce.

But I wasn’t here to thumb through the musty parchment. I was here to speak to my mentor: Hecate, the head librarian and archivist of the temple. 

She also happened to be my mother.

I admired my mother--Not as much as Lady Raziel, of course, but she was still an important figure in my life, and I did not take her presence and guidance for granted. Even with her responsibilities in the order, she did everything she could to raise me, and provide me with whatever I needed.

I suppose it was to be expected. I was her only child--her only family, even. I didn’t ask about my other parent very often, but when I did, the only response I got was that they were dead, plain and simple. My mother also never mentioned any siblings, or parents of her own, so for my entire life, it had just been the two of us.

That was fine by me, of course. There wasn’t much point in longing for something you had never had to begin with. How would you even know it would be good for you?

But I digress at this point.

As I expected, Hecate was sitting at the desk in the back of the chamber, scanning the pages of a tattered book that looked ready to fall apart. Every now and then she would write something down on a notepad beside her, then turn the page.

Her eyes lifted when she heard my footsteps, and she smiled warmly when I stopped in front of the desk.

“Hello, Mury, dear.” She greeted, making me smile in return. My mother was the only one allowed to call me that nickname--Polly had unfortunately picked it up after her arrival, but everyone else at least knew better.

“Mother,” I said, with a small bow of my head, prompting a sigh from her.

“Formalities?” She asked. “Has Lady Raziel asked something of me, then?”

I was no stranger to delivering instructions to other members of the order on Lady Raziel’s behalf. As my mother noted, I had a habit of donning a more formal demeanor when doing so--And why not? These were serious matters, if they came from Lady Raziel Herself!

“In a sense.” I said, producing the envelope I had been given and holding it out to her.

Hecate paused, before gently taking it from me, using her claws to deftly release the wax seal and open it. She pulled out the single sheet of parchment that lay within, her good eyes flicking side to side as she looked it over.

Once she was finished, she folded the paper back up, tucking it and the envelope into the folds of her robe.

“I see. So the time has finally come to pass on the torch.” She sighed, and for the first time ever, I sensed a level of resignation from her. Never before had she approached any of her instructions with reluctance, so this was quite a surprise to me, to the point I initially only watched as she got up from her seat and moved to a bookshelf in the back.

“Come here, Mury. It’s time I show you something.”

I finally forced myself to move, stepping carefully closer to her, and watching intently as she trailed her fingers over the various book spines, mumbling to herself.

“What was that blasted code… Lady Raziel and Her tricks… Ah, I believe it was--”

Push, pull; red, green, green, black; pull, pull, push--She was adjusting the books in minute ways, practically indiscernible had you not been paying attention. With one last tap to a book on the bottom shelf with her foot, there was a click from behind the bookcase.

Hecate took hold of my shoulders and pulled me back as the bookshelf swung forward, inaudible despite its size and weight. 

Behind it was… Well, a secret passage, what else? Lady Raziel had made many twisting and turning shortcuts throughout the temple, and a few were disguised so intruders couldn’t make use of them, so I guess this shouldn’t have been as big of a surprise as it was, but… It was still pretty shocking. Especially to see my own mother open it up so nonchalantly.

Taking note of my surprise, Hecate smiled, before stepping into the threshold, looking over her shoulder at me.

“As you spend time here, you’ll learn just how much Lady Raziel likes Her secrets. And the one I’ve been instructed to tell you about tonight is the Venom of the Moon.”

#usurper au #ch5 #shamura #raziel #polly #cindy #ian #hecate #and you thought heket was zealous over phnauel... this spider will not fucking shut up #even uses the same words to praise raziel like. cmon. kid. please. #THEY USE 'METICULOUS' MULTIPLE TIMES GET ANOTHER WORD

[scooptroopfanfic]

Cas with a C CH2

Notes: Please look at the Chapter Select for warnings and to find other story related info!

Ever since the strange occurrence after the DND game Eddie has been keeping a close eye on the younger girl. During her shifts, she would notice him either eating something at the food court, “wandering around”, or reading books in the fantasy section of the store. The latter activity was one of his favorites to the point that which most other patrons would avoid the section altogether except for those of Eddie’s Hellfire or her other most frequent guests.

The other type of frequent guests were Steve’s friends. Not the party boys and girls that invite her out to different parties out of a sign of respect for the old King Steve, but instead people like Nancy or Dustin or Cassie’s favorites. She knows it can be bad to have favorites among her brother’s basically adopted kids, however she couldn’t help it with Max and El. It was very clear to Cassie that the two knew each other through the group at the beginning because their boyfriends were friends, but as the boys ditched them they started stopping by the bookstore when she was working. 

For whatever reason which Cassie could not figure out El didn’t seem to act like a normal girl her age. It felt like she was mature beyond her years in some categories of life but in others like she was a toddler. The trait must be genetic because this causes Cassie to especially keep an eye on her. Whenever Max is trying to show El how to live like a typical girl Cassie steps in when on occasion El isn’t quite getting it with a book recommendation. Even sometimes when the lesson remained unspoken it was like Cassie knew what they needed before entering the shop, having already gone through the massive shelves until she found the exact volume they were looking for. 

Since this wasn’t a library Cassie had to keep her book dragon in the back and the two girls she had taken under her wing hidden from her boss who was quick to throw people she saw overstaying their welcome out. Her boss was overall nice and fair so there was nothing that she could complain about when it came to hours and other nice benefits she got from working there, but she could be a terror in return with her policies. Thankfully the book dragon was good about making himself scarce when her boss started patrolling. That was normally when he would do his other two default options. The girls, however…

“Get back here!” Cassie winced as she heard her boss scream after the girls as they dropped their books and ran out. They giggled as they dodged her boss’s lunge towards them. Cassie looks to the far wall and sees a moving shadow start sneaking his way to another section. She prays that Eddie at least cleaned up after himself this time. “At this point this store needs security.” Mary, her boss, sighs to herself still a little upset. 

“A lot of Hawkins proper is closing its doors. Including the library on occasion which I think is evil.”

“Wait really? That shouldn’t be the case.”

“Yeah. I know, I found it odd.” Cassie thinks back to when she checked it out. 

“Why her?” Cassie asks Billy/the monster. 

At this point, Billy has accepted something is wrong and still rages against it. The first time Billy fought back and won he looked at her with confusion and fear. “What the fuck are you doing here Harrington?” 

“Minimizing casualties.” Cassie has immense guilt all over her face. “That thing is going to feed. It is the equivalent of a wild hungry wolf. The only thing we can do in the meantime is keep it hungry and content enough so it doesn’t consume the whole of Hawkins in a day.” She then feels herself getting lifted off the ground by Billy. 

“Fucking help me or else I am beating you so much what I did to your brother will look like a joke.”

“I’m trying. This isn’t something that can be just reversed in a day. Just work with this thing and for a bit longer. Until the original wrong is made right.” Suddenly the eyes of anger and fear fade away and the familiar unimpressed look is back on his face as he slowly lowers her back down.

“This host and I are not compatible. It is enough to be able to control it but not enough to maintain it all the time. Don’t get yourself killed before I can finally have my perfect host.”

“I don’t plan on dying.”

She snaps back to herself. “I think she went on vacation. It is the summer after all.”

“So now we have to be at the library?”

“Well, what if we sell a membership that lets you treat it like one?” Cassie asks as she picks up the books the girls had to abandon on the ground and find themselves their proper home.

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you didn’t know about the library.”

“Smartass. Well, now your friends can actually be in here without having to run away every time they see me.”

“So you knew?”

“You aren’t exactly good at keeping secrets Cas.” 

“Fair enough.” If only she knew the monstrous secret she did keep. “I’ll pay for them now.”

“Don’t worry about it. Consider it a finders fee. Just make sure they tell their friends about it.”

“Thank you, Mary.” She smiles at her as she grabs Eddie from behind the bookshelf she is working on. “In that case, this one will take one.” Mary gives Cassie a bewildered look. 

“Why the hell are you friends with him?”

“Because we are both losers that like books. Besides, he is a good one to let in for free. After all, he is the head of a club at school so his friends will follow and they are massive fantasy fans.” Mary seems to contemplate something for a bit before she nods to herself. 

“I was wondering if he was stalking you. As long as you don’t do any of that weird satan worship in here or curse the store I don’t care.” Cassie sighs a bit. She knows the boy next to her has a bit of a reputation for theatrics that people don’t exactly have respect for. She doesn’t clue her in about the DND stuff but the less she knows about that the better.

“Thank you.” 

“Just be careful.” Cassie nods and walks with the boy back to the fantasy corner. When they get there she gives the boy a look that lowers him down to her height.

“Sorry Sweetheart.” That word almost makes Cassie perish on the spot. 

“Don’t worry about it now. Just please clean up your little den over here mister book dragon.” At this, he makes his best monster noise which causes the only other person in the section to immediately leave. Cassie laughs slightly as Eddie shrugs.

“What’s his problem?” Cassie asks as she puts away a few of the books strewn across the floor.

“I dunno.” Eddie launches him at the bean bag chair he swiped from the kids section and lays across it making him take up most of the space.

“Some people.” She says as she grabs the book she saw him with last and puts it on his back. Eddie lazily reaches back and grabs the book before getting comfortable and wiggling himself into the bean bag chair. “Well, I’ll leave you to your book. I am at work after all.”

“Boo. I thought Harrington’s were supposed to be the life of the party.” 

“Ewwww. Never call me that again.” Cassie fake gags as she leaves. This causes the boy to look at her in confusion as she goes over to the religious section and prays to whichever god is listening that she doesn’t get another lecture on how to organize those books.

——————————————————————-

When Dustin Henderson returns the Harrington siblings are some of the first to know. Cassie is taking her break in the back where no customers can get to. She hears a commotion between what sounds like a small child and her less-than-personable coworker so she decides to investigate. 

“I heard Baby Hair works here?”

“Who is Baby Hair?”

“That would be me, Tracy,” Cassie says as she stands at the door. “So how was that nerd camp honorary little brother?”

“I have so much to tell you but I want to talk to both of you.” 

“So you came here just to get the location of Steve? I’m hurt.” She holds her hand in a fist to her chest and falls slightly over it. Dustin gives her an odd look. “Habit I got from a friend.”

“You have friends?”

“Watch it small fry.”

“It is a genuine question.” At this, Cassie sighs.

“I have a few.”

“Better than the none you had besides me before the summer.” At this, Cassie looks hurt. She sees Eddie start stalking Dustin with one of his schemes and she gives him a look of warning as she flicks her eyes back to Dustin. 

“You wound me. And after I got you and the boys a present too.” She says as she ducks into the back for a second and comes out with the book that she had on hold for him. “I wasn’t sure if you guys got one of your parents to get it but I figured I would-“

“HOLY SHIT! You got it!”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Dustin doesn’t answer as he flips through the book. 

“How did you even get this?”

“A little convincing. I’m pretty good at it when I actually try.”

“So you do have the Harrington gene.”

“A bit. Not enough for guys to be falling over me even when I am a jackass but enough to get my way when I want to.” She then smiles a bit. “Now the next time you and the rest of the Party get together you have something new to play with. Let’s go find my brother.”

Cassie looks over at her coworker who gives her a nod and she is off for Scoops Ahoy on her break. When she does she sees the girl who is normally on shift with Steve manning the scoops looking less than happy to be there.

“Hey… Robin right?” 

“Wow! I didn’t know the princess knew us lowly peasants.” Robin says sarcastically as braces herself against the back of the ice cream counter. At this point, Dustin walks forward with a smile that makes him seem younger than he actually is.

“Hi.”

“Hi?”

“I’m Dustin.”

“I’m Robin.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Uh. Is he here?”

“Is who here?” At this, Steve busts out from the back counter in excitement.

“Henderson.” They both start jumping and giggling and goofing off. Robin looks at the bizarre scene in confusion.

“Honorary Harrington here. I know babysitters are supposed to have their favorites but as you can see he does.” Cassie says with a laugh. Robin doesn’t look amused

“How many children are you friends with?” She asks both of them. Steve looks a bit annoyed and Cassie starts counting.

For Robin and the rest of the customer's mental health, Cassie suggests they move outside, and with a bit of money, Cassie and Steve buy Dustin a banana boat and ask him about his summer.

“You have a girlfriend?!”

“How?”

“When?”

“Is she hot?” The Harrington’s grill Dustin for details. As soon as Dustin starts describing her she seems a little too good to be true for her and she looks around. She looks back at the bookstore and sees Eddie in the window. He waves at her with a finger wave but then he tries to gesture her over. She subtly waves her head no and he dramatically pretends to slowly die in the bookstore causing multiple women in the store to run out in confusion and fright.

“They ditched me yesterday.” At this, Cassie comes back to the conversation looking at Dustin with worry.

“No.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“My first day back. You believe that shit?”

“Whoa seriously?”

“I swear to god.” Dustin takes a bite of his popcorn and Cassie gently pats him on the shoulder as Steve looks confused. “They are going to regret it big time when they don’t get to share in my glory.”

“Cassie! Please help. Your big nerd friend is scaring people away.”

“Really? Shit is getting juicy over here.”

“Please.”

“Fine. You two better not do anything stupid while I am gone.” Cassie says as she grabs one of the cone sails and eats it as she runs into the store.

“Eddie? Are you alive?” Cassie asks as she enters the store. She looks where he ‘collapsed’ on the floor a few moments ago just to find him missing. She looks over to her coworker for help but she decides it is a good time to go on her break. “Asshole.” She mutters under her breath.

Cassie isn’t exactly short. She is taller than the average girl but not by much. Even then the shelves around her seem massive and make her feel like she is in a maze. It is like the labyrinth and she is going in to slay the Minotaur. Except this is a super senior boy who may or may not be into witchcraft and Satanism. She is like 90% sure that is not true but she isn’t positive he isn’t.

As her mind begins to wander she feels the chill in the back of her neck again. As she turns around she is still in the bookstore but not her bookstore. In front of her is not Billy.

“Jesus Christ.” She jumps as she holds her chest. “Warn a girl before you kidnap her mind like this.” The beast seems unamused. “What do you want? I would give us maybe 5 minutes in mental time before my friend out there gets worried.”

“I need to grow.”

“Yeah, and how is that my problem to solve?”

“Unless you want your little and big friends to be on the menu I suggest you come up with something.”

“How much control do you have of your meat suit there?”

“Minimal. He stopped the first attack.”

“Tough luck. Maybe try someone else… Maybe your fellow lifeguard?” She asks as she sees that Billy is going to work.

“Lifeguard?”

“The woman in your meat suit is going to be replaced in a few minutes. Red outfit, megaphone, and a whistle.” At this the beast hums. 

“Smart. Start close then expand. I shall not lure in the other woman then.” 

“Huh. Almost like I was supposed to be your host.” The monster doesn’t seem to get it as it nods.

“Yes, I suppose so.” It suddenly ends contact and Cassie turns around just to run into Eddie.

“Boo!” Cassie actually jumps back away from him.

“Fucking hell!” 

“Whoa there. It wasn’t that bad of a scare. Are you ok?”

“…yeah. Sorry. I’m just worried about my friend.”

“The little kid in the cap?”

“Yeah. You know how some groups go. People start dating each other. People grow apart because of dating. The little guy is the only one not dating who wants to and it is so bad I’m pretty sure he just lied to me about having one.”

“You do know that my friends are just Hellfire right?”

“Oh… Sorry.”

“Why apologize. I wouldn’t trade them for the world. After all.” He then goes into his DM voice. “Who would I save the world with one session at a time?” At this, Cassie playfully taps him causing him to wind back in mock offense. 

“Goof.” She says as Eddie pretends to be seriously wounded.

And with that, they go back into the fantasy corner for a few hours in peace. Eddie in his bean bag chair and Cassie in a rocking chair she dragged from the kid's section. 

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you stay here? Like you probably have a lot to plan for and do, so why do you stay here?”

“Hmm… I dunno. The others have summer school and I can’t do that so I guess I am bored?” Cassie seems to stare at him for a second before she raises her book so she can wipe her nose.

“Hmm. Fair. Plus I can get you a nice DND dungeon away from home and free books without having to be quiet.”

And with that, the conversation dies. They both dive headfirst into their books seeming to at least somewhat enjoy each other's presence. 

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #oc #original character #eddie #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x oc #stranger things fic #stranger things x oc

[ferris-the-wheel]

Hi again,

(Ngl, I feel kinda bad requesting more of my characters for your event, but it's so rare to see people write for ocs)

My other character is Kasai's older brother Kai, so I was wondering if you could write a 💛 with him and Floyd, Jade, and Azul. (From Kais perspective) after Azuls overblot.

They'd definitely get along since Kais dragon form is based on a sea orc, so they'd all just hang out, maybe have Kai help out around the Monstro Lounge.

A bit on Kai

That's what he looks like. He's a god of water. he's extremely reserved, but he also gets very protective of his friends, just like his sister. He's extremely smart and has extremely powerful water magic. He has a very hard time reading people's emotions and is very gullible despite his intelligence. He also has a big fear of heights.

(I'm sorry if I forgot about any of the requirements, and I'm also sorry if it is the 20th when you get this cause for me it's still the 19th.)

{ Canon Characters Meet OCs Event! }

I agree that it's super rare for people to write for ocs, which is a shame in most cases. My apologies for the long wait, I've been a bit busy. It's way past the 20th, but it was in my inbox on the 19th, so it's all good!

A/N: I envision Kai acting a lot like an oc of mine and Freminet, so I'm kinda basing this off of them. Feel free to let me know if I got his personality wrong.

ೃ⁀➷ Just 💛

ೃ⁀➷ Included characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech (used Jade's banner for simplicity's sake).

ೃ⁀➷ Perspective: Kai

TW: None

"Kai, please take this to table seven." Jade appeared by Kai almost silently, which still unnerved him on occasion. "Alright." Kai replied, taking the tray of multicolored drinks and making his way to the designated table.

"Here's your order..." He told the occupants, setting the drinks on the table. One costumer gave his glass a sour look. "Hey, what's this crap? I wanted ice in this thing! And it's not even all the way full!" He demanded. Kai was surprised by the outburst but tried his best not to appear ruffled.

"I'm sorry, I'll get that fixed for you..." He said softly, moving to pick up the offending glass. The guy intercepted his hand, swatting it away. The other table members grinned rather cruelly.

"Hey, you know what? This isn't even the drink I ordered." One chimed in.

"And you didn't give me a straw, how am I supposed to drink this?" Another added. The group snickered. Kai felt himself getting overwhelmed and was eager to get away from the situation. Luckily, Jade swooped in and shooed him away.

"I'll deal with them, Kai. You can go back to the kitchens and help out there." He said smoothly with a smile. Kai nodded and hurried back to the relative safety of the kitchen.

. . .

"Oh, Jade, how did that... situation go?" Kai asked, wiping down a table. The lounge had closed and he and Jade were busying themselves with cleaning tables. Jade turned in his direction and his eyes held a mischievous glint.

"Oh, it turned out to be nothing. Their claims were seemingly false. I managed to convinced them that they had made a mistake and they agreed." He said, then his smile turned into a slight frown. "Though I did request that they apologize to you for causing you trouble. Since you asked about the situation, I think it's safe to assume that they didn't."

"No, they didn't." Kai responded, choosing not to point out that Jade had likely intimidated them rather than had a polite conversation with them. "Well, it's fine if you're not too bothered by it." Jade prompted.

"Oh, it's fine." Kai said, finishing his section of the tables.

Floyd suddenly burst through the swinging doors that led to the kitchen. "Kai~ Are you done yet? I'm bored!" He whined, flinging himself toward Kai and wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug. "Let's play a game!" He exclaimed, thankfully releasing Kai a moment later.

"Oh- um, alright... What game?" Kai said, rather reluctantly but not wanting to disappoint Floyd. He suddenly caught sight of Azul leaving his office and took the opportunity. "Hello, Azul. Do you need help with anything?" Kai asked, walking over.

Azul turned and looked at Kai, then put his finger on his chin to think. "I don't think so. Seeing as the lounge is all clean, you should be done for today." He said after a swift look around.

"Oh, oh! Kai~ we should go to the lake!" Floyd exclaimed, popping up behind him, Jade on his other side, nodding. Kai pondered this while Azul sighed. "I'll be in my office." He said, walking away. Jade smiled and replied "Alright."

"Come onnnn, let's get going!" Floyd said, grabbing Kai's arm and pulling him along toward the lounge's exit (nearly pulling Kai's arm out of his socket in the process).

. . .

"Yayyy, we're here!" Floyd yelled out and Kai heard Jade chuckling behind him. Thankfully Floyd had let go of Kai's arm as they left Octavinelle, so his shoulder still in its correct place, though it was still sore. Kai sat down, rubbing his shoulder and watching as Floyd dove into the lake.

"Is your arm alright? My brother has quite the grip." Jade sat down beside Kai.

"Oh- yeah, I'm okay," Kai responded, watching as Floyd's head (now in his merman form), resurfaced just shy of the shallow area. "JADEEE, KAIII, COME ONNNN!" He yelled to be able to be heard. Or maybe just for the sake of yelling. Kai couldn't tell. Jade gave his usual grin and stood. "Well, it appears Floyd is calling for us. Would you like to join us?"

"Oh, um, sure." Kai said, the pain in his shoulder gone, and he stood up. Jade got to his feet and started making his way over to the water. Kai followed, and they both walked over to the water's edge.

HAHAAA! I did it! >:D I think I have one more request to do until I begin the next event. That *should* only take a day or so, so be prepared for a brand-new event, coming soon!! (@doodler17 i hope i got Kai's personality right ^^')

#doodle✏️ #answering an ask ♡ #canon characters meet ocs #special event!

[arson-the-clown]

Prompt 2: "Have you Been Drinking? You look terrible." Jeff the Killer and Eyeless Jack

"Have you been drinking? You look terrible. Well, you smell terrible" Eyeless Jack turned to face his good friend Jeff as he entered the small abandoned home EJ had been camping out in for the past few months. Jeff and EJ were known for picking areas around each other since they tender to rely on each other so heavily, but Jeff was nothe kind of person to stomp his way up to EJ's door reaking of liquor.

"Fuck dude I haven't even made it through the door yet." Jeff grumbled in his harsh voice, damaged in a fire long ago.

EJ have a small, almost imperceptible laugh "You smell like mud and cheap rum and you're walking like you haven't slept in a week. You aren't exactly being the most careful right now."

There was a thump against the floor, and then EJ felt Jeff's presence move closer and sit on the rotting couch perpendicular to the rotting armchair EJ himself sat on.

Jeff let out a long breath "It's this case Slender has me on. This kid has me fucked up dude. He's getting under my skin in all the wrong ways."

That struck EJ as odd. Not much actually bothered Jeff. Hell, not much made Jeff feel anything other than mildly agrivated as far as EJ knew. "Well, tell me about this kid then. Though once again I'll state that I don't know why you bother bending over backwards for faceless and dickless."

Jeff groaned "I'm not getting into this shit with you again dude. As a human it benifits me to have someone with some actual oompf on my side in case shit goes sideways. I might be able to take down really almost any human, sure, but you know that's not all we have to fucking deal with."

EJ tightened his grip on his cane slightly, as it had been a gift from Jeff and while he didn't need it, it did bring him comfort "What am I, chopper liver?" he gave in, knowing that as much as he despised it Jeff made a fair point "But I digress."

"Ok so" Jeff paused to light up a cigarette, where he got them EJ would never know "This kid is fucking with my head dude. I woke up the other day and-and he had a whole ass meal for breakfast made for me. Scrambled eggs and shit. I came home, well back to the asylum anyway, and he cleaned and sewed up my cuts. Look at this shit!" He must have rolled up his sleeve, but he certainly stuck his arm out at him.

EJ tilted his head slightly "Jeff I can't look at anything. I don't have eyes."

He could practically head Jeff's eyes roll in his head, then felt Jeff walk forward and he grabbed EJ's arm, placing it againt some sewn together cuts in Jeff's cool skin. EJ nodded and then pulled his hand away "Thank you"

"I'm sorry Jack I don't know how the fuck I still forget after all these years man."

"I'm really not worried about it. This kid sounds good for you. He's taking care of you. I'm almost jealous."

Jeff sighed "Nah, man. I worry about this kid. He barely talks but when he does it's with the most mindblowing observations. Hell, he even surprises me without talking. I came back in a bad mood one day and he made me a cup of tea, brought me the book I was reading, and made me dinner. It's like having a husband who forgot how to talk."

"Maybe that's what you need" EJ observed "Someone to bring you routine and structure."

"I guess, but he's so damn quiet I know almost nothing about him."

EJ sat back in his chair and began to consider this, but Jeff sat oh his feet and began to lay his head in EJ's lap.

"You're concerned about not being able to return the favor. That if you don't he'll think himself ill used or neglected in some way."

Jeff sighed "Yeah, I guess. That's one way of putting it."

EJ began to gently run his fingers through Jeff's hair as he spoke "Thankfully for you, in this your reputation precedes you. You're Jeff the Killer. I hardly think he'll expect anything in return. But, if you want my honest opinion, the best thing I can suggest is to pay attention to him in return. Offer the same level of respect and intimacy."

"Ugh Jaaaack."

"Shush, I know it's work, but the way you two work together will be so much smoother and less annoying for it."

"Thanks Jack. You're the best."

EJ wouldn't have said this next part if he thought Jeff would remember it, but he could feel Jeff growing heavy with slumber in his lap.

"Just remember, he'll never know you like I know you. He'll never know how hard you struggled to get on your feet, let alone build up the courage to talk to Slender. He'll never know that you prefer beef stew to chicken soup when sick, that your face feels so much younger in your sleep, that you secretly envy the proxies though you don't think anyone has ever noticed they way you stare at them. Or-" EJ stopped himself with a sigh "I suppose none of that will ever matter though. It seems yet again you are the blind one. Or perhaps I'm just too close for you to see. No matter. Regardless, I'll guard you while you sleep. Lord knows you need it. "

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #creepypasta fanfic