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kalims · 1 year

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sugar

flushed — when you fluster them and how they act.

do you want a 'kiss' — not an actual kiss, the chocolate.

falling (asleep) — you fall asleep on their shoulder.

w/ malleus draconia

commissioned by paru !

flushed — when you fluster them and how they act.

typically if it was anyone else, they'd have a really hard time to gauge out a reaction from malleus when the most they'll get is probably a barely evident crease, or raise in his brows.

in this case tis our very lovely mc who malleus is very much already on the ground from how fast he fell. you could do just about anything, give him a rock or something, and he’ll thank you eternally and keep it in a room above the most eccentric gifts he's ever gotten.

(god forbid if sebek ever enters, and sees some random rock on a pedestal meanwhile his gifts for the master is just.. there on some table like malleus didn't even think twice to leave it there then worship that rock!)

^ well thankfully, out of respect. sebek believes that someone like him simply is not privileged enough to enter the room of his esteemed master.

anything remotely affectionate from you would definitely send malleus to cloud nine for the whole day, he's practically emitting comical hearts every second you're together. they're trailing after him as he's following you around.

so you have a variety of choices! a heartfelt compliment, a hug, maybe even a kiss. whatever you choose will only feed on the overflowing glass that's called; 'malleus' love for mc'. trust me if you think he's like 67% in love with you, you're WRONG.

it's actually 101% and it's still increasing I swear 😭

well the glass I was talking about is probably overflowing right now, and it's also probably going to start drowning everyone.

as in… everyone's just stuck to witness malleus' insanely endearing reactions to your shenanigans. should they be scared that malleus would probably do it in a heartbeat if you asked to take over the world??

yeah they should tbh.

in this case, I believe a close hug then a whisper in his ears would really make that arrow hit straight to his heart. you can't just whisper 'doritos' though! /j but you shall instead proclaim your love for him instead with a single 'I love you'.

it's funny to see his face completely freeze. you can practically hear his brain absolutely blowing up. there's a wobbly grin stretching across his face, the tip of his ears turn a shade of pink.

he looks… shy, but oddly pleased.

hellour congratulations malleus will not stop till you're both bound for life 💀 trust me he won't take anyone else if it isn't you anymore. he loves you THAT much.

malleus is not aware of the feeling blooming in his chest, it's foreign. he could even describe it as addictive. he's clueless really, but what he's sure of is that he wonders if you'd feel that too if he did the same to you.

oh well.. you've exposed him to such a euphoric feeling. it's only natural for him to return the favor.

so honestly just expect him to be the rizzlord for the rest of your existence, he's rizzing you up every chance he can get. and the fact that most of it is just him not trying at all, and just being himself.

which is also funny cause when he does try to 'charm' you it ends up in fail.

like who let him bring you the 'rewards of his hunt' as a courting offering.

and when he tries to recite a letter he wrote for you, it's very endearing, and flattering but he's been talking for quite a long time now and you're concerned.

do you want a 'kiss' — not an actual kiss, the chocolate.

*malleus holding a big ass bowl* yes pls

^ but that's if he knows it's chocolate, and still wants the legit kiss. in a way that's the amount he'd want if it was the real deal.

not that he does know! cause malleus isn't exactly educated in the chocolate culture. as horrifying as it sounds, i doubt he snacks on chocolate in his free time.

I guess he didn't have much time to be a child :(.

he's tasted it before though! but knowing specific brands doesn't really cross his mind. for malleus chocolate is just chocolate.

so he definitely doesn't know that there's a brand of chocolate called kisses.

so when you ask him if he wants a kiss he's like: yes. IMMEDIATELY.

ok maybe not immediately but he gives you this certain look, and when he registers your silence at his face he realizes that you're being serious.

malleus rn: well I mean ur offering so

WHEN DID HE EVEN FINISH EATING A MINT CANDY.

jokes aside it's almost sad to think how he'll react when it's in fact, not a kiss.

when you pull out some kind of thing wrapped around in some kind of foil and place it inside malleus' palm he's just confused. where are his kisses?? why are you giving him this thing??

malleus spots the 'kisses' label on it and blanks.

oh.. so that's what you meant.

okay he's happy to receive anything from you but that's foul play!

but he really likes you so he won't comment on it 😞 you didn't even elaborate so it's partially his fault for jumping into conclusions.

no one can explain, not even you when there's a visible aura radiating off malleus. something gloomy, and he won't tell you even if you point out that you've noticed him constantly glancing at your face.

well your lips but you also don't know that.

falling (asleep) — you fall asleep on their shoulder.

would refuse to move at all.

first of all, he's honored that you trust him this much to lower your guard, and fall asleep on him. malleus is aware, sorta. he doesn't stop talking but instead slows down his words.

he doesn't want to wake you up, does he?

so he just settles on rambling in hopes that even in your dreams, his voice would reach you. you'd dream of him day, and night.

but when he's done malleus makes very little movement, hyper aware that you've fallen asleep on him. so when he finally assumes a position most comfortable for you, (plus one where he wouldn't crane his neck too much to peer at you) and he just stares.

he's done this plenty of times when you were awake so he doesn't know why he's doing it now. maybe it's because he sees you awake every time, and when you were, he could see the slightest bit of exhaustion present in your eyes.

this way he can be at peace knowing you are.

he recalls your certain features, he'd love to just gaze into your eyes right now and see himself in it but the fact that he can feel all your weight on him is better than anything he's ever felt before.

cold, rainy days in nrc are just a blessing from grace.

but you now just discover that rain here is a lot stronger than your local pour back at home. to make everything worse, you had no idea it was gonna rain this hard, and if you did you wouldn't have taken the time to visit the city on a sunday.

now you're stuck waiting under a cover outside a shop. your patience honestly starting to run thin. from your legs sincerely, you're immensely thankful for the random bench under it cause you're sure they would have been quaking from the amount of time you spent waiting.

but you do like the weather, cold weather is rare to see when the sunny days reign over many.

you should have brought a jacket or something.

"child of man?"

you blink when malleus tilts his head at you, a thin smile playing upon his lips. his shoulders seem to ease up at the sight of you. your eyes fly above him, weirdly enough it's like there's some invisible force protecting malleus from the weather so he's completely dry.

albeit weakly, you still make an effort to give him a half hearted wave.

of which he notes.

malleus makes his way over to you, and your beloved bench you had started acquainting yourself with. "may I?" he gestures beside you, and you take that as an initiative to move over.

he takes a seat next to you right after.

"how are you faring?" his eyes crinkle, he stares deeply into you.

you chuckle. "well I'm stuck here for a while I guess. I already miss my bed,"

the man beside you raises his brow before lightly raising his shoulder, leaning towards you a little for emphasis but you're sure that's just another excuse to take up more of your space.

you get what he's implying in a second. "oh no, no," you shake your head. that would be… embarrassing.

but your yawn betrays you, and malleus easily coaxes you into using his shoulder. with or without your will, you can't even remember what happened until you blearily open your eyes, and realize the rain has passed by.

when you wake up you feel like you've had the best sleep in your life. but you're sure you would have frozen to death by now.

your hands feel the fabric between your fingers, previously taken over your shoulders. ah.

… as well as a pair of eyes staining into your existence.

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asoiafsworld · 2 years

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THE SUN ALSO RISES.

pairing; aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary; you and aemond have been betrothed since you were children and you've been friends since then too. years passed by since the last time you saw him but you kept in contact through letters and eventually, you come to king's landing when you turn of age for your wedding.

warnings; mentions of self doubts and insecurities, nsfw (18+), mentions of masturbating, penetrative sex, praising, breeding kink

author's note; i had two requests for aemond on my old blog that i don't remember exactly but they were both something along the lines of childhood best friends and eventually marrying so here it is! i hope you guys like it!

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The sun shone brightly on the horizon, right above your view of the Red Keep from the carriage. The sky was a clear blue, the birds were chirping and it felt like a perfect day for what was about to happen.

You would meet Aemond again after six agonizingly long years.

The last time was in in the capital as well, you were twelve years old and Aemond had just turned fourteen. You were invited to his birthday and you were at court for two weeks, spending your time with him in any way you could. You walked the gardens with him, read books with him about Old Valyria and were always hiding from the adults so it could just be you and him. The prince had a certain reputation, was often mean spirited to anyone who was not his family or you but you always tried to tell him that not every person saw him as a monster and wanted to harm him. His reply always made your heart flutter when you thought about it,

"I do not care if the entire world sees me as a monster as long as you don't."

He would always cuddle up to you when he said something sweet like that because it made him shy to confess his affection to you. It was also a way to make sure that you would confirm his words, to keep you close and to tell him that you indeed never saw him as a monster, which you always did. You knew that he had been through a lot of pain and agony in his childhood, always anxious about never having a dragon of his own and when he finally got one, the biggest of them all, he had to lose his eye for it.

He always told you that it was a fair price, an eye for a dragon but you knew that it still made him feel insecure about his appearance. The last time you came, for his birthday, was the first time you had seen him since the incident with his eye and he was scared that you would reject him, not willing to be his betrothed anymore... He was so wrong.

You loved him all the same and told him that his scar was a sign of his bravery, something you were proud of and never needed to hide from you. Maybe that was when Aemond knew he wanted you and only you, knew that he would never love someone the way he loved you when you gently held his face in your hands and brushed over his cheeks with your thumbs. No one ever touched him as softly and gently as you did and he craved for the years to be over and to finally and proudly call you his wife.

With every letter you wrote to him, every sweet word you used to describe your feelings for him, he only wanted you more. You had always been a sweet, shy and delicate girl since he had known you and he liked that about you because it was so different from who he was. Every day he waited for your letters to arrive and when they did, he would hurry to read it and write you a reply as soon as he could. He could only hope that the love you held for him would hold up after so long and that you would still love him when you saw him again.

Your father was a stern and very traditional man who did not want you to see your betrothed again until you were wed to him because in his opinion, something sinful could happen if you met after both of you were not children anymore. In one of his letters to you, Aemond agreed with him, saying that he could not have controlled himself with how beautiful you must be right now. It only made you blush madly and you wondered if you would have had the will to control yourself if you had been near him in those years... You certainly thought often enough about how your wedding night would be.

In all your daydreaming, you didn't realize that you were already riding through the gates of the Red Keep and that the carriage was slowly coming to a halt. The doors opened and your parents left the carriage first, giving you time to calm your nerves and your heartbeat. You made sure your hair was in place and hoped that you looked fine as you got out of the carriage after your mother.

The entire royal family except for the King was right in front of you and you immediately recognized Aemond, his eyes on you as you met them and you saw the smile that formed on his lips when you smiled back at him. He had grown much taller compared to last time and his features were much more refined now, so handsome and beautiful. He wore an eyepatch, just like he did last time and you still thought that the scar that went from his forehead down to his cheek looked beautiful on him, a sign of his bravery.

Your parents and you greeted the family one by one and you couldn't hide your smile as you bowed to your betrothed, finally so close to you again. The smile that had formed when he had seen you was even brighter now and he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world.

"My lady, it has been far too long since we last met. Words can not describe how happy I am for you to finally be here, you have grown into the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms in the last six years."

His compliment made you blush and you smiled even brighter, so touched by his sweetness.

"I feel happy to be here as well, my prince. I thank you for your sweet words, it seems that even after so long, seeing you again has changed nothing about my feelings for you."

You didn't know when you would have the opportunity to talk to him in private but it was one of the things he was scared of in his letters, for you to come back and not love him anymore. His self-doubts sadly would never leave him but you knew that as his wife and by his side, you could reassure him much better than through letters.

The look in his eyes was telling of what it meant for you to say that to him and you wanted nothing more than to be alone with him right now, to hold him close and tell him that you loved him more than anything. He sighed deeply and you could tell that he thought the same.

"I feel the same, my lady... I very much feel the same for you."

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A week had passed by since you had arrived and there had been dinners and festivities all leading up to your wedding in three days. Many lords and ladies from all over Westeros had come for the wedding and as the bride, it was your duty to entertain them and make them feel welcomed along with your mother and the Queen or as she wanted to call you, Alicent. She had always been friendly to you since she saw how happy you made Aemond who in her eyes was not really happy in anyone's presence except yours so she was endlessly grateful that you were here and would finally stay for good.

Since you had been busy in the past week, you sadly did not have a chance to be alone with Aemond who was clearly annoyed by it. You obviously sat beside him at dinners and danced with him at the feasts you held but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted you alone and you felt quite the same and wished for the wedding to be over to finally be with him.

You had finally been able to retire for the night and were taking your jewelry off when you heard a noise from the back of the room as if someone had opened a door. You got scared and took the paper knife from your dressing table and turned around to face the intruder...

And saw Aemond standing in front of you.

You let out a deep breath and put the knife down, holding a hand to your chest to calm your heartbeat. Your betrothed only laughed at how scared you were and slowly came closer.

"You can not just scare me like that, Aemond. How did you get in? Did you know that there was a secret door here?"

He only smiled mischievously and raised an eyebrow at your question. "Who do you think arranged for you to be in a room with a secret door that only I know about?"

The look on your face was priceless to him but you were not mad, it should have been predictable of him actually. You only smiled at his words and stepped closer to him, right in front of him now. The moonlight and candles were the only source of light and he studied your face as if it was an art work.

"I could not wait three more days... Fuck traditions. I want to be with you in every moment, just with you and not do all this shit with dinners and feasts. If I could, I would marry you at this moment just so you can finally be my wife."

Your heart fluttered at his words and you smile sweetly and bring a hand up this cheek as softly and gently as you used to do with him. He closes his eyes at that and leans his head into your hand and holds your wrist just as gently.

"How I missed this... the way you are so gentle with me makes my heart feel like it will burst out of my chest. Six years, six long years I have waited for your embrace and your sweet love and I do not know how I survived without it."

You smile at that and gently go over his cheek with your thumb, the peace and love he feels from you so evident on his face. He always was so much more relaxed with you, didn't feel like he needed to put up a barrier and act like a tough, strong man. With you, he was simply Aemond, your soon to be husband.

He opened his eyes again and looked down at your lips and before you knew it, he was leaning down and had you locked in a kiss with him. You whined at how good it felt and your sound of pleasure only spurred him on, pressing his lips more against yours and holding your face with his hands. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt lightheaded at the way he was kissing you, so passionate and loving. You only let out more moans and couldn't believe that you sounded like this just from being kissed... you wanted him so badly.

He broke away from the kiss and was breathing heavily as he stared at you and kept your head close to his, bringing his forehead down on yours.

"I can't control myself with you, my love. You are so tempting, so sweet and kind and all I want to do is corrupt you, make you beg for me and have you cry from how good I make you feel. I want to feel every part of you, make you shiver with every part I touch on your body."

You let out a frustrated moan at his words and looked him in the eyes, clearly reflecting the desire he was feeling for you.

"I thought about it too, you know. I might still seem innocent to everyone but if anyone knew what I did when I read your letters where you told me that you desired me, I would be doomed."

Aemond was clearly confused but intrigued at this and went over your bottom lip with his thumb. You stuck your tongue out and put his thumb in your mouth, staring at him innocently. His breath hitched at your action and he breathed deeply through his nose to control himself.

"Tell me."

You took his thumb out of your mouth and leaned in closer, his lips almost touching yours again.

"I touched myself, Aemond. I touched myself when you wrote that you couldn't control yourself around me. I put my fingers in and fucked myself when you wrote that you were curious about what my body looked like now. I rubbed my cunt and came to the thought of you finally fucking me on our wedding night and making me yours. I don't want you to control yourself, Aemond, never. I want you so badly at every hour and every minute, I don't want you to wait anymore. Fuck me, right now, please."

The look in Aemond's eyes was one you could never forget, laced with hunger and want like you were his prey and he was a predator. He wanted nothing but to do everything you said and make you his and your words only spurned him on, so aroused at the thought of you touching yourself just for him. He growled at your pleading words and closed his eyes, willing himself to think of something else other than you, naked on his bed, touching your cunt and begging for him to satisfy him. He took a few deep breaths and opened his eyes again.

"I will, my love. I will fuck you... on our wedding night. We can not risk anything, even if it is only so little time until we can do whatever we want. But in the next few nights, I want you to do exactly what you did before. Go to bed and touch yourself and think of me doing it instead, of my fingers pushing into your wet cunt and my mouth devouring every part of it. And on our wedding night, I will fuck you until you beg me to stop and even then, I will keep pushing my cum deep into you. Will you do that for me, my little love? Be a good girl for me and do what your prince commands you to."

You squeezed your legs at his words and felt like a mess at the thought of what would finally happen in just a few days. You nodded eagerly, wanting to be obedient for him and placed a small kiss on his lips.

"I will, my prince. I'll be a good girl for you."

Your betrothed only smirks at your words and removes his hands from your face but not before running them down on your breasts through the fabric of your dress.

"I know that you'll be a good girl for me. You wouldn't want to know what I'll do to you if you won't be."

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Your wedding had been a lovely affair, the sept filled with people to watch your union with your now husband take place. You felt so happy to now call Aemond your husband and not just your betrothed and knew that both of you would make each other endlessly happy in the years to come.

It was truly a happy day for you, Aemond only had eyes for you as he did all the nights before and danced with you, made you a hundred compliments on what a beautiful wife he had and you had never seen him as happy as today. You were so lucky to have someone so special and loving in your life who you knew would do anything for you.

It was well into the night when the feast had ended and Aemond and you were on your way to your now joined chambers. You couldn't hide your excitement at what was about to happen but Aemond remained just as composed as ever. You entered your chambers and together and smiled sweetly at him as it was the first time you were alone together again since the night he secretly came to you.

He smiled back at you and held your cheek gently before placing a small kiss on your lips, intending to only kiss you for a few seconds but you had other plans. You held him close to you and kissed him deeply, letting his tongue enter your mouth and you were quickly a moaning mess again because of it. You continued to kiss for a few seconds before he broke the kiss, playful biting your lower lip to keep you from being so eager.

"Were you good for me, my love? Did you do as I say? Did you think of me when you touched yourself?"

You bit your lip desperately and nodded, trying to appear as innocent as you could for him since he seemed to like it when you acted clueless about it.

"I did, my prince. I touched myself and came to the thought of you touching me like that... But I know it doesn't feel as good as when you would do it. Please, I can't wait anymore, I need you."

Aemond seemed to like the way you begged and smirked before grabbing a hold of your waist and throwing you on the bed next to you. You felt your cunt getting wetter at the way he manhandled you, his strength so arousing to you and he was leaning over you immediately, kissing you like his life depended on it.

You moaned and whined into the kiss, feeling as if Aemond was devouring you and showing no mercy to his insistent desire. He was so passionate and demanding in the way he kissed and his hands roamed all over your body, his touches feeling as if they would have burned you even through your dress.

Both of you made quick work of undressing each other as you continued to kiss and soon enough, you were both naked. Aemond let off of your lips as he admired your beautiful beauty, all for him and so pretty and obedient.

His hands came up to your breasts and he wasted no time in kissing and licking all over them, your whiny breaths making him even more eager to make you feel good. He littered his bites and kisses everywhere and you had to press your legs together tightly at the sight of him. His body was a work of art, all muscles and strength that could probably throw you around however he wanted to. He was so focused on you, on making you feel good and you got even more aroused at how sweetly he was touching and treating you.

He kissed his way down from your breasts to your cunt and smirked when he split your legs apart. He looked back up to you and slowly put his hand in your cunt and moved it up and down over your lips before focusing on rubbbing on your sensitive nub. You felt your breath leave your body at the way he touched you and you squirmed in pleasure, willing to let him do anything he wanted.

"So eager and wet for me, my pretty girl, my sweet, adorable baby. I will enjoy ruining you for anyone else, you will only know the feeling of my cock in your cunt."

With that, he slowly entered you with his cock and you moaned out at how long and thick it was. He kept rubbing that sensitive spot and it made you wetter and relaxed for him to further penetrate you. He leaned back down to your face and made you look at him as your face contorted in pleasure.

"So beautiful for me, you look so content with my cock inside you. I know you will never ever enjoy anything quite like me inside of you."

You only whined more at his word and at the way he began to slowly thrust inside you, his cock hitting deep parts in your body that you had never felt before. This is what you wanted for so long when you dreamed of your wedding night, for Aemond to finally give you all of him and to take you apart like you wanted him to.

Aemond thrusted his cock into you at a steady, pleasurable pace and you could see that he was affected by it too, moaning out your name and telling you how good you felt for him. He kissed you again and you had never felt more connected to him than now, your minds and your bodies one in this very moment... and you would have this so many more times for the rest of your life.

It didn't take long for both of you to reach your peak with the way Aemond kept rubbing your cunt and thrusted deeper and harder inside of you. You both came with loud moans and the way you felt his cum shoot inside you made you shiver and clench around him so hard that you felt like you were flying for a moment.

You both catched your breaths as you came down from your highs, Aemond's head right next to you. He looked up from his spot in the pillow and gave you a soft kiss on the side of your head, praising you for how well you did. You smiled at him sweetly and kissed him gently before you let off and smirked at him.

"Don't pull out. You can keep fucking me the whole night, maybe you'll get me pregnant already."

Aemond's tiredness was gone in seconds and he was kissing you eagerly again and you giggled at how silly and eager he was.

You would be happy with him, hopefully forever.

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rhenuvee · 1 year

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Table for Two [Alhaitham x reader]

Summary: Alhaitham receives a love letter from you, and after reading your words he tries to find you, except you seem a little shy to come face to face with him...

Warnings, A/N: reader is gn and portrayed as shy/anxious, this was written on a whim because I literally had a dream about this... ANYWAY-

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"Hi, um- excuse me... Alhaitham?"

You have just entered the cafe where he would be relaxing while drinking his coffee. Alhaitham feels a light tap on his shoulder, and he looks up from his book. He sees you; a familiar Akademiya student by your attire, and nervous from the way you're avoiding eye contact (but still trying to maintain it) and the slight quiver of your lips.

Oh how you wish you could just disintegrate right here and now. You've been harboring a bit of a crush on the Scribe, or Acting Grand Sage now. It's a bit silly when you think of it, though... because you most definitely are catching feelings over miniscule things that Alhaitham probably doesn't bat an eye to.

The word "crush - romantically " doesn't exactly exist in an Akademiya student's vocabulary. If anything, that word would be used to describe what they wish a giant boulder would do to them before an exam.

You were working with other Ksharewar students on a project, when the renowned architect Kaveh came by to give suggestions. A while later, Alhaitham came by and it didn't take long for them to start bickering. Nonetheless, you and the other students continued to work on your parts. It wasn't until a shadow was looming over you, and by the shape of the cape you started sweating, already knowing who it was.

"Did you make this?" Alhaitham says while crouching down to your level to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened, being so close to the Scribe (who not to mention, is quite good looking as well).

"Yes... right now we're testing different methods of insulation since the location in Sumeru is closer to Fontaine, so the air is more moist..." You try to give a confident answer, while Alhaitham has a thinking face.

"Hmm, I'll admit this is impressive." The Scribe says quietly. Your heart fluttered at the compliment, even if it was directed to the whole group, but it made you glad that Alhaitham is not as stoic as he is said to be. It wasn't long until a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"What was that Alhaitham? Speak up I couldn't hear you." Kaveh says with his arms crossed. It seems he secretly heard the comment Alhaitham said and wanted him to admit this project he was leading was good. Alhaitham stands up and leaves to bicker with Kaveh some more.

"The only reason you can't hear me is because of all that hammering you do every night."

"Why- you!"

And a few days after that, you leave the Akademiya to go to the nearest river to dunk one of your industrial projects to cool it down. Suddenly you take notice of a figure sitting nearby, which turns out to be Alhaitham when you give him a second glance. To your surprise, he looks up from his book and gives you a small wave. The Scribe? Waving? At you? Clearly Teyvat is an upside-down world. You ended up awkardly waving back, then realizing how embarrassing it was wearing all your safety gear from before and being covered in dirt.

He looks at you and points at his forehead. Forehead? What? You look at him confusedly until he beckons you to come over and you do. He stands up, leaving his book opened on the ground. Then he reaches his hand towards your forehead and brushes some scraps that have been dusted onto your hair.

“You’ve got wood dust on your hair. You must have been working hard.” he says casually. You are taken aback again as he says something you never thought he would, and you manage to utter out an “I guess so” and “thank you” before he has a small conversation with you, then both of you going back to what you were doing.

Point is, there have been interactions with him like these in the past few weeks have been making you all lovey dovey. You’re hoping that Alhaitham will at least be willing to go somewhere with you even if he doesn’t return your feelings.

"Thank you, I'll... take a look at it." Alhaitham says with a slight suspicion in his voice. You nod and quickly run to exit the cafe. Oh god oh god oh god… you may just have to pay a visit to the statue of the seven to pray to Lesser Lord Kusanali to summon something to eat you alive. Oh but as if that would help you. Even in the afterlife it would come haunting. What were you thinking?

“Wait.” Alhaitham calls out and you stop in your tracks and look back. “You’re (y/n), right?” You nod slowly, then he nods signalling he’s got your confirmation and you scurry out the cafe and quickly to your next class.

To be honest, Alhaitham was confused when he saw you approach him and give him a letter, sealed and signed and everything… a bit fancy for an essay isn’t it? He finishes his coffee quickly, pays his bill and goes on a walk around Sumeru to read it.

Dear Alhaitham…? Soon enough, he realizes it’s not an essay you wanted him to review. He reads through your words and can sense how you were probably nervous to write your feelings out.

Suddenly he sees Kaveh approaching him who has an insult ready to hurl at him. After reading the letter, he makes a note to quickly find you to respond. But first, he had to get away from his roommate.

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More than half the day has gone by and you’ve been on edge the whole time. You were shuffling so fast between classes, it probably looked idiotic from other people’s point of view.

“Hey are you okay?” Your friend whispers who is sitting beside you. You clear your throat before answering.

“Yeah… why?”

“You seem tense… but I think I know why.” Oh no, has your friend found out about your love letter to Alhaitham?! “It’s because the Scribe has been looking for you.” What?

“The- looking for me?” You say in shock.

“Yeah, I’ve seen him going around and asking students if they’ve seen you.” This sends you into a panic as it gets you thinking about the possibilities. He is probably going to reject you right? And with his piercing glare and cold tone. The thought of this makes you zoom out of your last class once it was dismissed, knowing the Scribe was looking for you.

“(Y/n).” You stop like a deer in headlights, and see Alhaitham standing outside near the one of the Akademiya walls, with your letter opened in hand.

“Al-Alhaitham!” You blurted out.

“I read your letter.” He says flatly, and it sucks because you wish you could tell how he’s feeling by his tone. “And I'm flattered. I appreciate your courage for telling me this. If I’m being honest, I enjoy your company as well. You are one of the few people who is able to talk to me normally.”

What does this mean? Is he friend-zoning you? Did he not understand your message?

“If you’re free now, we can go to Puspa Cafe, my treat.” At first your mouth falls at an O-shape, shocked that he's inviting you for a meal. (You wrote the letter expecting good things, smart one!) His offer still makes you unsure whether he meant this as a platonic thing, but nonetheless you smile and nod your head eagerly. Your assignments and projects can wait.

“Hold on…” Alhaitham says before you both set off to eat together. He bends down to your height and his right hand brushes the side of your face- a familiar feeling like that one time. But it’s different this time, because he leans closer and gives you a soft kiss on the cheek. You blush and he pulls away a little, enough for him to get a full glimpse of your face and look in your eyes. You don't think friends do this.

“I understand I’m still a little intimidating to you, so that’ll have to do for now.” He says quietly. With the warmth, still in your skin, you nod shyly and Alhaitham gives what you think is the slightest smile, pats your cheek and pulls away completely. He offers his hand out, and you put your hand in his. Then he closes it, his large hand engulfing yours, and leads you to Puspa Cafe.

“Ah Acting Grand Sage, come for your usual coffee?” The manager of the cafe calls out to him as you both enter.

“Thank you, but not this time.” There’s a pause, in which he takes to look at you while he says this. “Table for two please.”

And oh, how that makes your heart flutter even if it was a small thing. You could only wonder what would happen after the “for now” Alhaitham said.

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Bonus:

“Well how was it, did you give them that winning smile I told you to give?” Kaveh asks while lounging on one of the seats as his roommate comes through the door, letter still in hand.

“No.”

“…you- do you even like this person?! This student has either got to be the most boring or the most charitable and tolerant to like you.” Kaveh is having a crisis over Alhaitham’s lack of romantic behaviour, especially now when it’s necessary.

When the architect ran into the Scribe earlier today, he got excited and thought he’d be nice and help him respond to this admirer. However to Alhaitham, Kaveh’s instructions probably sounded more like blabber, because he couldn’t bother to listen to him.

"Did you at least say something romantic? Oh- Archons, Alhaitham. You really know how to woo someone don't you?" Kaveh says sarcastically to express his disappointment. “Can you at least tell me their name? Or what they look like? Because I want to find them and tell them how stupid you looked pacing around the Akademiya today asking students if they’ve seen them.” Kaveh snickers to himself.

"Even if you did approach them, I doubt they'd respond to a weirdo like you. They're too smart for that."

"You're one to talk!"

However, Kaveh stops shooting the many quips he has prepared for Alhaitham being dense once he catches the slight pink dusting his roommate’s cheeks before entering his study. He'll most likely find out himself sooner or later.

Plus, he can’t deny he loves a good romance, even if one of the characters is his hopeless, stubborn, and aloof roommate.

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aeomianamoure · 6 days

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I wanna see emo Kai being a pervy loser!!

— emo kai being your pervy loser bestfriend to boyfriend!

warnings <3: !smut, kai corrupting reader, !dark and toxic kai, !reader is sweet but a bit of a loser as well, takes place in college, !coquette reader, ddlg themes, !plot twist, kai is a bit of a stalker in this, mentions of other txt members, reader is a crybaby, mentions of smut, actual smut, free use!

a/n <3: i have a feeling ill do better writing these type of fics :3

kai was infatuated with you; from the moment his then only friend yeonjun introduced you to him, and he fears it’s only worsen more and more over time. “so kai this is y/n, and y/n this is kai” yeonjun introduced you both to eachother, “maybe now you can stop clinging onto me” yeonjun half joked hitting kai’s shoulder passive aggressively making the younger wince grabbing his now assaulted shoulder before walking away. you’d immediately frown getting closer to kai before lightly reaching out to massaging his shoulder, “he’s such a dick, im sorry kai” you’d place a light kiss on his forming bruise making kai’s eyes widen in shock as he rapidly bow his head down to you to show his gratitude

“so i was thinking for the project i could go over your house? i’d let you come over mine but my parents said no boys allowed” you’d ask kai with a small frown and kai not being able to say no to you, he’d nod his head rapidly making you smile with a excited clap before you paid attention to your assignment again causing kai to shakes his head, but then panic runs through his head thinking about how you would react once you stepped foot in his room

kai was shocked when you started gasping and oohing over his manga collection, “you like chobits too?” you’d ask carefully pulling the manga out of his shelf with a shy smile, kai still hasn’t warmed up to speaking to you much so he nods. “i always thought i was the only one who liked this type of anime at our school” you’d giggle “hey whenever we can should watch the anime together” you’d suggest and kai sighed in relief at how you seemed to like his bedroom

what he liked most about you was your kindness, your ability to see only the good in people and not being judgmental at all; “so yeonjunnie said i need to stop hanging out with you” you’d pout as you leaped into kai’s bed starling him a bit. “what? what do you mean?” he would ask his heart racing at that comment “yeonjun said you’re weird and off putting and a total loser but i think he’s just full of it! don’t worry i defended you and told him that i’d rather be your friend than his” you’d nod your head making the black haired boy smile down at you

“what are you listening to?” you come up from behind scaring the shit of kai, “holy shit y/n don’t scare me like that!” he would roll his eyes making you giggle an apology. “im listening to yeah boy and doll face by pierce the veil” and you laugh at this, “yeonjun was right you really are an emo loser” making kai roll his eyes once again before he begins to tackle you with aggressive tiggles

valentine’s day rolled around and you were sad to say the least since kai was now where to be seen that day. everyone knew you were pretty but not exactly dateable material yet it sucked being reminded that during special days like these, that was until you were surprised with a stuffed bunny in your locker. you frown your eyebrows gently cradling it into your arms tilting your head at the pink love letter attached to its limps. you being curious you open it kinda shocked but you couldn’t deny it made you blush once you’ve read it. the letter containing dirty things like how you were being watched, how in love this mysterious stalker was with you, how you failed to notice your lacy undergarments including your stockings go missing along with your lip gloss and pink ribbon bows. how pretty you looked asleep during your after school naps in nothing but a crop top and a mini skirt. but what made you turn red the most was the explicit details about wanting to take your virginity. you couldn’t lie you were a bit scared now at how this stalker knew about you still being a virgin but still excited that somebody took an interest to you even if it was a total creep.

you couldn’t deny it to yourself anymore, you were beginning to fall for your bestfriend kai. as the love letters only became more perverted and more frequent you’d begin to imagine it was kai behind all of this. you began to sleep with the thought in your head making it appear in your dreams, you became so obsessed with the idea of kai being your stalker it became the reason why you touched yourself, with needy shameful rubs as you struggled to make yourself orgasm since you really didn’t know how to but you still tried nonetheless. but after all of that trying, you still would cry yourself to sleep because of how guilty you felt to be wishing your bestfriend who has been nothing but sweet to you to be the perv sending you those letters what’s wrong with me?

you began to ignore kai making him secretly angry with you but you didn’t notice, you were too distracted with imagining him to be your stalker and then feeling ashamed of it. you thought of that idea so much you didn’t even connect the puzzle that kai really was your stalker when you opened a very angry letter on the same day kai was angry with you, the letter containing a lot of curse words along with the very violent things your stalker wanted to do to you if you didn’t stop ignoring him making you very confused.

it wasn’t until the later that night you realized the stuffed bunny you were gifted had a camera in its left eye making you flush in embarrassment as you gently tucked it under your pink bed sheets in attempt of the person who you had hoped it was kai to be able to see you sleep better

you eventually got tired of ignoring kai and you missed him so you finally answered his hundreds of text messages and phone calls apologizing and making up some excuse for your behavior sighing in worry as kai immediately forgave you also inviting you over his room for a night of anime binging and video gaming to make up for lost time

you’d tremble at kai shifting behind you placing his hands on top of yours while you carefully held onto his extra ps5 controller in attempt of showing you how to play texas chainsaw massacre; “you also have to stay still to avoid being caught by the family y/n i know it’s a lot to remember but the more you play with me the more you’ll get used to it” kai laughs sheepishly at your pout but you nod nonetheless.

later that night, you begin to drift away to sleep failing to notice your bestfriend kai sitting up behind you violently stroking his shaft with your missing lacy panties trying his best to keep quiet but it was kinda hard to when you were this close to him. eventually you woke up but kai failed to notice seeing how he was clearly busy so you decided to take matters into your own hands and gently turn around racing him latching your tiny (he thought it was tiny) fist around his cock before bringing your lips down on it making him gasp as he opens his eyes to look down at you but he’s so far gone in pleasure he doesn’t say anything. you sigh happily drinking him in your mouth as you begin to rub your pussy through your pajama shorts you couldn’t believe your dream of letting kai use your mouth as he pleases was finally coming true

you’d blush pink as you awake in kai’s arms from last night, seeing him peacefully watch you rest before remembering what happened and immediately feeling guilty for just sucking him off like that without saying anything. “kai? im really sorry for just forcing myself on you like that it was very cruel and you’re my best friend and i shouldn’t have done that it was my first time doing something so sexual and i’m really sorry i don’t know what came over me!” you’d ramble letting tears fall down your face as you hug your bestfriend apologizing over and over again. kai’s eyes soften at your apology before he lightly cradles you into his lap holding you as he whispers, “it’s okay y/n, i know you’re just a little girl and can’t help getting all needy and wanting to use your mouth with me” and you freeze, how does he know that you like that pet name?

you and kai never really spoke about what happened that sleepover, but you do use it as a way to get yourself off. the letters from your stalker getting sweet again but you’re starting to get more grumpy with how the stalker refused to reveal himself. you let out a sigh in frustration and lay down in bed reaching down between your legs rubbing your clit for the nth time that week and begin suckling on your fingers, needly whimpering at the memory of kai telling you how pretty you looked with your mouth full of cock. you let out a weak cry and a kick of your feet at how you failed to cum though before a wicked idea pops in your head as you reach over your stuffed bunny dragging it in between your thighs as you relentlessly rub against it surprising kai as he begins to watch you and he could have swore he came untouched when he heard you whine his name

“could i have some of your ice cream?” kai spoke up as you sat behind him rewatching chobits with him and you nod feeding him some. “thanks” he’d smile “you know i love you right?” he adds on nonchalantly as he turns his attention back to the tv making your blood run cold

you guys never spoke of kai’s confession, but still remained close friends frustrating you. why hasn’t he asked me to be my boyfriend already? you’d huff your cheeks out laying down in bed drifting away to sleep then kai takes his cue and steps into your room from your window smiling down at your now sleeping state. the boy held his breathe itching closer to you lifting up your bedsheets turning you gently to your back as your eyes flutter open as you immediately felt your pussy get wet again

“kai?” you spoke up seeing kai quickly undress you both but you didn’t show any sign of denying him “shh you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to fuck you” kai shushes you as you freeze. “you’ve been wanting to fuck me?” you’d smile a little blushing at the thought of being wanted. with a nod he speaks again, “ever since you sucked me off like that i haven’t been able to control myself i hope you’re not scared”

you’d gasp softly at the sight of your pussy being stretched around kai’s cock gently grabbing his forearm feeling him rut deeper and deeper into your gummy walls making your breath hitch. “be gentle” you’d hiccup “im.. im a virgin..” “i know”

“what? how did you know that?” your doe eyes weakly open again “you’re not really that dumb are you?” kai laughs menacingly at your wide eyes “come on baby really? you do know that i’m the one sending you all those letters right?” “the love letters?” you’d squeak. kai laughs again, moving to an angle to hit a specific spot in your stomach. “you think i write those letters to you out of love?”

you began to tear up feeling your pussy torn apart in two, “kai” you let out a dry sob “it hurts no more” you’d whine feeling overstimulated at how much you cummed that night “just one more baby yeah? just one more” kai hushed you and you whimpered feeling a knot in your stomach

“do you wanna be my girlfriend?” kai murmured half asleep and you nod. “you’re my boyfriend now right?” you’d speak up making kai laugh at you now waking up. “yes of course” he kisses you lightly making you squeal in delight

a/n: sorry if this isn’t the best 💔

#angelina’s garden ♡!#coquette #emo boyfriend #emo x coquette #txt x reader #txt #txt x y/n #txt smut #txt oneshots #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt kai #yandere #yandere txt #yandere kai

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ferrstappen · 11 months

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the first time we broke up l Lando Norris

a/n: im sad so I wrote something sad? imsorry lol. feedback is always appreciated, and if you like this please let me know bc this is a story I have a pt 2 in mind <3 also, we are soon to reach 1k? on my side blog? OMG <3

pairing: Lando Norris x female reader

warnings: a teeny tiny mention of sex if you squint real hard, swear words.

words: 2.7k

genre: fluff, angst, everything tbh.

summary: it was easy to remember how you and Lando fell in love, but it kept getting harder for you to remember why you love him.

You didn’t fall for Lando Norris right after you saw him for the first time.

He was a bit shy, easily flushed, but the glint in his grey eyes never failed to appear whenever he saw you.

You didn’t meet him with the thousands of people following him, girls trying to get his attention, a garage with his name written in big letters.

No, his racing career was a bit under wraps in your neighborhood. Yes, everyone knew the youngest Norris boy was into racing and had a promising future, but he still was the boy they’d seen grow up, nothing out of the ordinary.

You joined Millfield right after he dropped out to focus on his career, but somehow your circles combined and were eventually introduced to each other just as teenagers.

Lando didn’t exactly chase you, neither did he say anything to you; he was content with the way your gentle eyes met him, eyebrows raised while listening to one of his stories racing. Lando was sure he was sleek, covering his feelings.

Well, it’s not like he exactly knew about feelings. He was a teenager, getting accustomed to the weird twist in his stomach whenever he was told you were coming to a reunion, the inevitable way the corners of his mouth shifted when he noticed you, the glimmer in his eyes when you noticed him.

You were oblivious as well. Maybe the feelings weren’t as clear as those of the curly haired boy with a passion for racing, but he made you happy as a friend. His presence gave you a tranquil sensation, you could listen to his stories, the drama between his mates on racing, the country he visited last week… you never realized when you began needing those stories, those eyes, those curls, to make your day, your week, your month.

You remember vividly when he got to the coffee shop where you always met, this time just the two of you, completely unaware your mutual friends denied your invitations in order for either you or Lando to make the first move.

Only one person in the group bet on Lando, everyone´s money was on you to make the move… if only you recognized the feelings.

There was an unknown pep on his step when he saw you already sitting on the corner booth, and his smile only grew bigger when you told him you’d already ordered for him.

His usual.

You knew what Lando liked. You paid attention to him.

That realization, that you knew him, you observed him enough to know how he liked his tea, how he always ordered a fresh orange juice because he needed something

cold. It stirred something in him, Lando couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something shifted; the twisting was more intense, his heart beating faster, his hands getting clammy, his throat blocked because his brain was ordering to let his feelings out in the open.

But he didn’t do anything until you left the small café, and that’s where you got the answer for his happy and almost childish demeanor.

A black mini, with tinted windows and everything.

He asked if you liked it, coyly resting his body on the passenger door, keys carelessly dangling on his index finger. You laughed, loudly, asking how was he going to drive if he didn’t even know the street signs.

He shrugged you off, reminding you he’s an almost professional racer.

Still, you pretended to be terrified when he switched the ignition and the engine roared, driving you home.

This time, as you watched him drive you through the gloomy English skies, the same twist in the stomach, the closing of your throat, hands itching to touch him.

And you did.

Lando didn’t try to hide his enormous grin when your hand was placed on his knee, then finding a more stable place over his hand on the stick console.

He stopped the car in front of your house, the iron gate half covering the large family home, green filled your surroundings. All these details never left you; the humid window, water droplets running through the iron gate, the grass was greener after the rain last night, his shaky hands running through his curls every five seconds, his eyes finding your own as your name left his lips, even if he didn’t exactly know what to say.

Time stopped when you kissed for the first time.

It was cliché, but it was true.

The first kiss with someone you liked; the start of something new and exciting, the beginning of your first love.

And it continued just like that.

Movie dates, Lando masking his fear when meeting your father when he was just arriving from work, his mum telling you to wait for him upstairs because he was running late.

Falling in love with Lando was easy, too easy maybe. Lando Norris was easy to love, with his boyish grin, the mischievous glint in his eyes when he made you laugh, the tears escaping his beautiful eyes when something was too funny, the way he clutched his stomach because laughing physically hurt him.

He always went all in, never trying to pretend something he wasn’t, never masking his feelings.

Lando shared the same feelings, but maybe he fell in love with you before he was aware of it. Perhaps it happened after you dedicated him a bright smile, the way your facial expressions changed when he told you a story, feeling lucky during a weekend trip to Brighton where you let him be the first one to really love you, to truly be vulnerable with.

Those weekends watching movies and playing Call of Duty, falling asleep with your hand on his hair, waking up every once in a while with your leg over his middle, surprising you on a school day to pick you up on his black mini whenever a race calendar was changed.

Then, he was offered his first seat in Formula One for McLaren.

You jumped into his arms, screaming with joy as his parents joined you in the living room, his tear stained cheeks knowing it was official.

You don’t know how it happened, you’d been together for two years already when he was announced as the new driver, and maybe you were too young and naïve to think the only thing that would change was the distance after he moved near the McLaren headquarters, his calendar messier and tighter.

You didn’t bother him to ask what you should wear to the first appearance on the paddock. Maybe jeans and a blouse would be okay for Friday, a long floral dress on Saturday to match the warm aussie weather, but Sunday…

When you voiced the concerns to your girlfriends they immediately got to work, marking a date on the calendar to go shopping. Your mum did the same, even offering to take you and the girls to London for the weekend. Money wasn’t an issue, you just wanted to look worthy of being there, the girlfriend of a Formula 1 driver.

You stayed up all night studying other girlfriends. You checked Isabel Hernáez who always looked angelical and casual, freely using the merch of her boyfriend’s team. Giada Gianni gave you more inspiration with one colored suits, ankle length dresses, white jeans. Cate mas more into black leather, ripped denim shorts and high heels. Maybe you’d take inspiration from a pregnant Kelly Piquet, with cute dresses with denim jackets and jumpsuits.

Getting to know people on the team was easy, everyone was friendly and took time getting to know your name, shaking hands, introducing you to other members, but you didn’t really see Lando.

Of course you didn’t, he was busy preparing for the race.

But you didn’t see him afterwards; he didn’t look for you after the press point. At least his parents were there as well and they didn’t know about his whereabouts.

He arrived to shared hotel room, throwing his body on the bed. You could see him still trying to process his first weekend on F1, not being on the sidelines but a protagonist, a star.

But you were already wearing your pajamas.

He never saw your outfit.

The season went by and you don’t really know the moment where you sighed after not getting a text, a facetime call, an emoji.

It was blank.

College was kicking your ass, all of your friends were dealing with the same, and you wanted to lean in your boyfriend, to tell him you were tired, stressed and sad because you missed him, but never really got the chance because most of the time it was his assistant who picked up the phone and said she was going to remind Lando to call you.

You weren’t oblivious enough to ignore the lacing pity on the woman’s voice, because she did rely the message every time, but Lando forgot every time.

Or maybe he didn’t care.

The first time it ended, you expected it. It hadn’t been one of those situations where the boy notices his girl is drifting away and by all means necessary tries to win her back or remind her why he was the right guy for her.

He didn’t even notice your absence in the last races of the calendar. Why would he? He didn’t pay attention to you even when you were there cheering for him, so why would you bother to fly across different continents if you’d only see him on a fancy hotel room where he fell asleep and be gone the next morning.

Your friends started looking the relationship with other eyes, mixed feelings, not being able to ignore the mood swings whenever your phone vibrated and it wasn’t him.

They also knew you saw the different fan accounts with his name, posting pictures of different women leaning in his ear and a grin decorating his features.

It was the same grin, the same twinkle. Maybe he was more confident now and didn’t want to settle, because in your eyes, if he stayed with you he was settling for the easy, the known, the familiar. But maybe he could do better than that, perhaps he deserved the new, the exciting, the adventure.

You don’t know when you took the decision, maybe when he called to tell you he was home and to come over to plan the Christmas presents.

And it gave you hope; of course he was going to be overwhelmed during his first season, it was a new life doing what he loved, and people seemed to really like him as well.

He greeted you with a smile and quick peck, lacing his fingers with yours and walking upstairs of his family home. You greeted his family on the way, his younger sister announcing she needed your help with a school project, but Lando told her it was his time with you.

And your smile grew bigger, hand tightening around his.

Nothing prepared you for what was to come, though.

He said it so nonchalantly, like it was nothing, just a small relocation.

Lando kept walking about thisnew apartment McLaren was paying for him; he could even have a yacht almost parked in front of his new apartment.

It was the dream for any twenty-year-old.

But you knew you didn’t have a part in that, because it didn’t take an expert to know how it was going to end.

This wasn’t the case where everything would be fine because both people were just so sure in the relationship, not because they loved each other, but because they trusted and complemented each other.

And that wasn’t the case for you and Lando anymore. So when you told him the words I think we should take some time, he didn’t take it too well.

Lando was blindsided, he felt betrayed and hurt and angry just by the fact you thought of needing some time away from him. He wasn’t aware of everything you’d done to try to fit into his lifestyle; the cameras, luxury, lack of stability.

He didn’t slow his voice or quiet his tone. No. He got up from his spot on the bed and asked how you could do such thing to him, why if he’s been nothing but a loving boyfriend, and he couldn’t believe how selfish you were being, leaving him because things got harder than expected.

It wasn’t easy to smile through the tears flooding your eyes, even if it was a painful smile, but it was liberating to let him know everything you’d done for him; moving, studying in planes and uncomfortable airports, humiliating yourself with his assistant because he simple didn’t care, the sympathetic DMs announcing he was seen with a girl last night, they didn’t do anything but seemed really close. You got one of those messages every other week when you didn’t join him.

He scoffed, tried to ridicule you, trying to express his feelings the best way an immature twenty year old could do.

“I don’t want to take some time, I don’t care about that. If you want to break up then that’s what we do. That way I don’t have to wory about giving explanations of whatever I choose to do,” His eyes didn’t meet yours, but it wasn’t because he was sad or anything, it was because he was angry with the situation, with you, and with him, even if he didn’t realize that part yet. “When did you become so selfish, you couldn’t wait a couple of weeks or even days after I got home? You are aware of that, right? I’m home with my family for the first time in fucking forever, and you decide to break up, fuck you.”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it inside much longer; vision blurry from the tears, lungs trying their best to keep breathing with the thick knot on your throat.

And that’s when you knew it was over, because you didn’t want to fight. You didn’t want to make your point to him, knowing he wouldn’t understand.

That was the first time you and Lando broke up.

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cosmicstarlatte · 7 months

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Levi A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

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My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (9 out of 26)

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A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

tags: punishment, humiliation Every once in a while you need to punish him, either he spent way too much on otaku merch or he's been missing classes too much, whatever. You'll usually sit on him & tease him as he tries to play on his PC. He knows what you're doing & he begs to feel you, please he'll 'do better' he says. Unfortunately for him his poor cock won't get that sweet relief exactly. he can beg & whine all he wants & rub desperately against you but he's still gonna have to cum in his pants.

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

It was clumsy & cute. The poor otaku was so nervous, he couldn't believe he could bag such a baddie. Someway somehow even with the nervousness he still felt calm with you, if that makes any sense. He was more worried about you than him & he just wanted to make you feel good. especially when he came rather quickly before the 1st round. Anyway, the nerd is packin' & those hands & tongue work skillfully. ...You definitely went a few good rounds into the night & left each other a mess before finally taking a sweet bath together. After, you guys cuddled under a warm blanket & watched a lighthearted anime. ♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: Possessive, Love bites/Marking, Scenting Sweetie, he's the avatar of envy. When it's extreme, there's no hiding it, he gives in. That sweet shy nervous otaku? Gone. He's bringing & giving grand admiral energy, he's giving 'one of the powerful lords of hell.' Sure he could summon Lotan or use something else if he wants to, but all he really needs is to say "Go away" in a icy cold voice & glare that makes thousands of soldiers shiver. You almost feel sorry for any bastard that tries to make him jealous. Even after they leave though, he wants nothing more but to mark you with visible love bites & rub his scent all over you. He made it easily known to his brothers to not touch what's his.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

It happens frequently hehe. You tend to stay over a lot to watch a marathon or play games. Levi's libido is strong, he's always down to fuck in the morning, it brightens his spirit. Watching you take his cock & filling you up right before school is the perfect way to start the day. It's especially motivating when he knows you walk around the entire day with his cum between your legs, he cant wait to come home & fuck you again. (If he can wait that long)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

You know what I'm not gonna lie, I think he'd be just a tad disappointed at first. Of course he reminds himself a lot of porn is fake anyway & then he really tunes in to the small delicious sounds you do reveal. The faces you make. The little bits you let him hear are still so very fucking hot & sexy. He's the one making you sound like that either way~

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Ah...Levi is easy. He's not very good at hiding it. A flushed face and a small sheen of sweat to him. He gets a little extra irritable as well. The biggest sign is the tent in his pants when he's around you. Sorry, but he doesn't hide it very well, it's obvious when he looks like he's trying to hide something when he tries to cover up down there. (I wonder if he does it on purpose?)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Do you realize what you've done? The first time you sent him a video, he got instantly hard & couldnt stop cumming to that video. Unfortunately for him he kept getting hard any time he thought about it that week, it was embarrassing walking around with a constant erection. His first few videos in response were a little clumsy, but it turned you on. He was a loud moaner & he loved to whimper. Little whiney pants when he was getting close always did it for you. He made sure to take better video, especially audio when he learned you really loved his moans. ♡

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

tags: overstimulation The only thing on his mind is getting you off the entire night until you're crying & begging him to stop. Until you're drained. He knows it's about the two of you celebrating but...you're his life partner now! He's so grateful you chose him out of everyone. Please let him worship you tonight, lay back & let him handle it. He promises he's enjoying this as much as you are. Promise.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

tags: double dicks, creepy!pervy!levi I'm not going to lie to y'all, Levi's a freak. (Okay we knew this) He watches all kinds of porn, both real & hentai. I'd say it's nearly an every day thing, it's hard taking care of two monster cocks & he needs to empty his balls. His favorite? POV hentai vids. Especially ones that look like you... Perhaps he has a few commissioned hentais where they look like the two of you...

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

#Levi:#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me smut #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan smut #obey me leviathan headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan x you #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me levi #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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elysianeclipxe · 1 year

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Genshin males as love languages

genre: fluff again

summary: ones love language is a staple to strengthening each relationship, so what exactly are their love languages? (more on giving but still receiving)

word count: 1.1k

sidenote: did i get carried away with this... maybe. oh, i changed it to receiving/giving gifts to fit the theme better. also i put the underage male characters here as well since it is not suggestive so blehh

Words of Affirmation

Words hold a special meaning to them, and they like to share that with you. It just comes to them naturally. Whether it be ‘you look absolutely amazing’, ‘I appreciate you so much’, ‘we’ll get through this’, or even ‘I love you’, they make sure to tell you these things every second of the day. Constantly wants to remind you that you have impacted their life for the better. I think it’s super romantic how they, although some are shy, put their feelings out there. They never half ass their compliments either, it comes from the bottom of their heart and they say it with so much thought and love in their eyes. THEY CAN LITERALLY MAKE YOU MELT OMGGG 😳😫 no offence but some of them come up with the weirdest phrases but it strangely works for you. Be sure to reciprocate with your own words since it helps them feel appreciated and loved too. It comes with details and a little rant on how you are in their eyes, you deserve everything and they’ll be sure to tell you that till the end. They are a modern day Romeo. The best thing is that their words stretch into the other languages.

— ALBEDO, diluc, kazuha, xingqiu, zhongli

Acts of Service

These are the people who would willingly do nice things for you to make you feel loved and to show their appreciation for you. Goes by the message “actions speak louder than words”, cause they cannot for the love of all things good say the right words, most of them anyway. They prefer to make your life easier and make you feel like fucking royalty CAUSE YOU DESERVE IT!!! You are basically the centre of their life so it is only right that they treat you as such. Depending on their abilities they can do a lot of things. The usual things they do is put away your things if you’re too tired to do so, make you a cup of coffee (or whatever) for your morning boost, offer to hold the heavy groceries, and PUT DOWN THE TOILET SEAT!!! LITERALLY THANK YOU, MARRY ME PLS 🤲💍 They just want you to know that they are there for you and you don’t have to hold the weight of everything. They are there to support you and will make sure you remember that you deserve to take it easy once in a while.

— aether, alhaitham, dainsleif, gorou, XIAO

Receiving/Giving Gifts

This is pretty straightforward, they give you gifts, big or small. The way you’re on their mind 24/7, they literally be y/n obsessed at this point. I like to think that they’re the type to constantly be in a daze and people look at them and are saying “can you think about the topic instead of you s/o for once?” These men for sure have that moneyy to treat their s/o, you are their world so yeah. They like to take their time when gift shopping for you hoping that the meaning or thought behind it gets to you. All gifts don’t have to be seen as materialistic, some of them actually make it themselves… AWWWWWWW y’all my heart cannot handle this cuteness. Handmade letters, promise rings, stuffed animals, even a food box that has your favourite foods you mentioned during your first date. Do not underestimate their ability to be romantic, cause they are so damn romantic omg. They especially love seeing you understand the meaning behind the gift and keeping it for the long run, maybe they should make you more gifts.

— AYATO, chongyun, kaeya, mika, tighnari

Quality Time

In their eyes, presence and attention are two very different things. They would much rather give you their undivided attention, and that goes for the opposite way as well. Will put anything aside just to listen to you talk for hours, loves to learn and understand you more. Will drag you along to who knows where and take a walk with you to discuss literally anything. The idea of creating special memories between you both makes his heart grow fonder. Just being one-on-one with you means so much to them, you have no idea. Will surely be the type to mark dates on their calendar and hates when dates or such are forgotten or postponed. This may just be me, but I think they love photos or paintings or certain days. It’s like a reminder of the time spent on that specific day. EYE CONTACT IS A FUCKING MUST!! They are quite attentive and participate in your convos, which is so attractive cause you know they’re listening and are putting effort in it. Even the simplest things like eating dinner with no distractions, taking a walk, or going on a road trip is enough for them.. for a while at least.

— baizhu, bennett, CYNO, heizou, thoma, wanderer

Physical Touch

Love to them is being there both emotionally and physically. They love giving even the slightest touches, it sparks that little chemistry between you two. They totally love receiving this as much as giving, this is just a really intimate thing for them. Kissers, hand holding, light touches, and especially hugs are a daily, maybe even hourly thing you receive. Their favourite sight is seeing you in their arms all relaxed and warmed up from their body heat. Definitely not the type to shy away from doing any type of pda, in fact they will love it if you lean in when they give you affection. Just lean in, okay? I promise you will see their gummy smile because of that, plus a wave of ‘need to show my love more’ will hit them. Mornings are for sure filled with kisses all over your face, the classic ‘5 more minutes’ in bed with you, and whispers of ‘I love you’ as they pull you closer to them. I WILL RUN TO THEM FOR THIS FR 😐 but also, this is a way to remind you that they are there with you.

— CHILDE, itto, kaveh, razor, venti

Ones who fit all categories

The kind who literally is the epitome of love language, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I could go on and on about them but that might make y’all want to stop reading lol. ANYWAYS, they are so sweet and think about you all the time, they love to plan future days to make some time for y’alls date, fancy or not. They just love spending any free time they have with you. Treats you no less than the best, quality treatment right here. Just saying they are the definition of boyfriend material, maybe even husband material wink wink. All the love languages apply to them tbh. They just love showering you in their love. The type to make you question if you deserve them but they’ll be the one to reassure you that what you’re thinking is totally bonkers and that they’re the one who doesn’t deserve you. AHHHHH STOP I’M GETTING JEALOUS!!! Just be sure to cherish them as much as they cherish you, with relationships comes give and take, balance is the basis. Plus, if you don’t cherish them.. I’ll gladly date them instead mwahahaha

— THOMA 😍😍 (SHOUT OUT TO ALL THE THOMA STANS)

Hopefully this helps fill y'alls dose of reading hehe <33 hope you all enjoyed reading!! thank you as well for 100 followers mwahh

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kairiscorner · 7 months

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I am here to suggest the ultimate shy highschool Miguel concept:

Miguel trying to ask you, his not-so-secret crush to prom, with Gabriel's help of course 🧡 ~🍄

OH MY GOD, YES !!!

will you... — high school!miguel o'hara x gn!reader

only less than a week until prom, and miguel still hasn't built up the courage to hand his dream date the letter he had been working on for a long while now. this is probably the fifth letter he's written, and you can say he might be a bit of a control freak, but, he just wants to tell you exactly how he feels; he doesn't wanna beat around the bush or tell you in a wordy way something that can be said in three words–he wants to say seven words, but can't even handle the thought of speaking either one of them in one sentence to you without losing his composure and feeling weak in the knees. he's clutching the letter in his hands and sighs, he adjusts his glasses on his face again and practices going up to you as if you were the mirror right then and there, and tries to 'play it cool'. "would... you... go with me t-to..." miguel stuttered, and as thoughts of you and your beautiful self debilitated him; he bit his tongue and quit talking, and eventually, he had fumbled for the umpteenth time all over again. miguel clutched the letter in his hand and sighed, running his other hand through his curly dark locks, looking frustrated as ever. "miggy, are you being a dork about it all over this again?" asked his younger brother, gabriel, as the boy entered the room and raised an eyebrow at him.

miguel, in his flustered daze at the sudden arrival of his little brother, threw the letter for you in his drawer and shut it closed. "wh-what letter?" he blurted out hurriedly, making gabriel very suspicious of his older brother's actions. "...i didn't mention any letter, but okay." he said as he looked at miguel up and down and sighed, shaking his head. "ay, mi hermano, you can't ask them out like this." gabriel said in a disappointed tone, pointing at miguel's disheveled appearance, making him look down at himself and raise an eyebrow at his younger brother's comment. "not like you get any dates, either..." miguel murmured, making gabriel faked heartache and dramtically grabbed at his chest and cried out in fake pain. "at least i'm confirmed to be cuter than you, hermano..." the younger boy quipped as miguel rolled his eyes and looked back into the mirror, running his hand through his dark curls. miguel sighed as he took off his glasses and ran a comb through his hair.

"i don't even know why i bother, it's not like i'd be any choice of theirs; they just know me as... that one cranky kid that always gets the science tests perfectly, they don't even... know how i look at them." miguel muttered as gabriel walked over to miguel and got him some gel. "well, isn't you telling them how they'll be able to find out?" the younger boy asked as he styled his older brother's hair up with the gel. miguel shrugged. "...i mean, sure, but not like..." "not like what?" miguel sighed as gabriel opened up his brother's closet and whispered in spanish how 'crappy' miguel's fashion sense was, asking him if he had anything but graphic tees or plain white shirts. "it's not like they'll take it happily." "and why not, because you dress up like a shut-in? of course, nobody wants a nerd that wears three variants of the same shirt, i know i don't." "you know that's not what i mean, gabri." miguel said in a monotonous voice as he glared at his little brother, making the younger boy stick his tongue out at him.

gabriel chuckled and scraped together a decent-looking outfit for miguel to wear that didn't look tacky nor corny and was just the right color palette that suited him. "well, you don't know; you can solve literally every math problem out there and discover all kinds of scientific phenomena, but you'll never be able to predict love, hermano. si está destinado a suceder, así será. si no, entonces no lo será," gabriel explained as he smiled up at his brother and patted his shoulders comfortingly, extending his support to the hopelessly in love yet doubtful little idiot that miguel was at that moment. "they'll come around eventually, whatever they feel for you now is out of our control. but if you ask me... they'd definitely love you, i'm sure of it, even if you have no problem with mismatched socks with sandals, they'd like you still. but i probably wouldn't." gabri joked at the end of his comforting words, with miguel chuckling and jokingly punching his younger brother's arm, making the younger boy giggle and jokingly punch him back. "drama king. but anyway... thanks, gabri. i needed that." he thanked his younger brother with a head pat and shoulder pat, with gabri extending his arms to wrap his brother in a hug, whispering in his ear how they seriously have to turn to miguel's closet for the next charity drive because of how many variations of the same shirt he has.

with a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow, miguel hastily shuffled over to you by your locker, clutching the letter he made for you for the sixth time in his hands that began to sweat. he was thinking of too many things all at once, which troubled him deeply, but his younger brother was at the corner—cheering him on and reassuring him that he's got this. miguel takes in a deep breath and taps you by the shoulder. you turn to face him, and miguel's stupefied for a moment at how beautiful you looked right then and there. "oh, hey mig, what's u—" "wouldyouliketogowithmetotheprom?"

...

"uh, hah, what was that? sorry, you spoke too fast..." you told him with a shy grin, feeling a bit flustered at the only words you picked up from his hurried breath of a question. miguel apologized and fidgeted with the letter's ends for a bit. he stammered and blanked out for a few moments, but finally, he was able to ask you clearly while handing the letter, "would you... like to go with me... to the prom?" he asked you all softly, staring at your hand that was going to take the letter from his own; your fingers brushing over his, which made him whimper a little. you smiled and chuckled, gently holding on to his hand over the letter for a lingering while. "i thought you'd never ask, of course i do, mig."

"...really?" he asked you in a hushed voice, his face too flustered to not smile. you chuckled again and pushed his glasses back up on his face and nodded with a smile. "really." "yes!" exclaimed a high-pitched voice from the corner, it was gabriel rejoicing as he paused the recording on his camera, exclaiming happily in spanish how the nerd brother he has finally has a date for the prom! miguel groaned as you laughed, still holding his hand, you took the letter with your other hand and pulled away from him. "so... i'll be seeing you next week?" you asked him awkwardly as miguel stammered and nodded. "ah, y-yeah, i'll... i'll see you." "better wear one of your graphic tees then, dork." you teased him as you kissed his cheek and sent him to overdrive, short-circuiting his brain and keeping him frozen in place in front of the lockers as you bid him goodbye and headed off to class.

"and here is the nerd of the century, getting kissed by his date on the cheek?! wait 'till i tell mamá that he's hitting first base—" gabriel exclaimed into the camera, but miguel was quick and dashed on his heels, running after his little brother to stop him from utter embarrassment. "gabri, quit filming, you little gremlin!" the older boy exclaimed as gabriel screamed and ran off with the camera in his hand, calling miguel names and teasing him about him and his date... how you two were just the perfect little nerds together.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

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seraphofthesimps · 1 year

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I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but I’ve been thinking about body worship with Jing Yuan.

I haven’t stopped with these thoughts in 3 weeks, so let’s enjoy these HCs while we wait for the banner to change.

♡ This man can't even kiss you without holding your jaw still, pausing so he can give you a proper once over first, taking in everything about you, because he loves the sight of you that much.

“God, you’re always so gorgeous for me. Is there no end to your beauty?”

♡ The subtle things, like how he almost always has a hand on you in one way or another because he's that desperate to feel you, any time, any place.

“I don’t want to ever be without you.”

♡ I bet he always takes his time, because he puts devoting himself to your body above any of his needs.

“You’re the only thing I will ever need.”

♡ Birthdays for him are so easy because the thing he loves the most is getting to spend the night with you while you strip for him, and he's genuinely the most appreciative man in the universe because that's all he wants is you and your heavenly body. He always accidentally spends the rest of the night spoiling you though because he's just so thankful that he can't help it but show it.

“Relax angel, let me love you like you deserve.”

♡ Every. Single. Time. He’s kissing his way over every inch of you, slowly, making sure he fully takes in everything. Your feel, your taste, your smell. Everything.

“I’m addicted to you.”

♡ It would take the entire Loufu to tear him away from you once he's already in close enough proximity to love you like he truly thinks you deserve. Universe be damned, he knows what’s most important to him.

“Don’t you know? Nothing else matters but you.”

♡ The praises that leave his mouth like a mantra never really feel to him like they do justice for how much he loves your physical being. It’s never-ending as he tries, pleads with you to understand how he feels, how much he loves you.

“I’m blessed to have you. To kiss you. Touch you. Love you. I’m so blessed.”

♡ He has a ritual down pact. Like I said, it starts with his eyes, showing their appreciation for you and savoring the sight as his mouth starts to water and his breathing shifts, his head gets a little more fuzzy and his pants a little tighter. Then his hands do the talking, conveying exactly what he’s thinking. His voice soon follows, verbal confirmations of your perfection, never shying away from what he’s thinking. He doesn’t hold back. Next his mouth tries to relay the message. Kisses littering your body, starting out shirt and soft, quickly escalating into slow and wet. Tongue writes an entire novel of a love letter on every curve, nipple, dimple. Don’t get me started on the way he devours your cunt like it’s the cure for all. Eventually he’s certain his thrust must be able to properly show you how in love he is. His hips pray, and pray, and pray their everything to you, and even though he can hear the way you’re screaming out for him, he still isn’t sure you could possibly feel the way he does. Finally, everything is finished with a soft come down. A mix of cuddles, soft kisses, more praises and thank yous, kisses to your thighs and inhaling the scent of the two of you mixed just the way you always should be.

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe I get to touch this.”

♡ He’s often fond of a post bath/shower together. Making sure relaxes your muscles and cleans you up like brand new again. And of course he doesn’t feel this is something you should be doing. He is here to service you before, during, and always after. He is at your disposal, on his knees and ready in every way he can.

“I don’t know how I ever got so lucky. You feel so heavenly. Thank you for being mine.”

♡ He graces you with random gifts, each one intent on highlighting your body. A pair of earrings that will tease your neck so graciously in the wind. An anklet that is the right level of simple yet elegant, showing off one of his favorite places to kiss. A necklace that lines perfectly with the trail his mouth took just before he left the house for work this morning. A decorative hair clip of just the right finishing that accents the shade of your eyes, his favorite color. A dress that hugs his favorite curve of the day. Lingerie that he had custom made just for your beauty. The list goes on and on but he never stops thinking about how you make everything more beautiful, and not the other way around.

“You deserve the world, I’m only here to give it to you.”

♡ I bet this man even has a silhouette of your body subtly tattooed on him. Most people don’t get the chance to see it under that uniform and his prestige title of The General, but those that are lucky enough get to witness a depiction of you in all your glory along the side of his torso. He’s had it for years now and the sight in the mirror still stops him in his tracks every time.

“Please, allow me to be yours forever.”

#Jing Yuan 🖤#jing yuan smut #hsr smut

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crazyunsexycool · 10 months

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The love we gave away

Chapter 1

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 3.0k

Warnings: a little bit of angst, some crying, (this series will discuss teenage pregnancy, child abuse and more)

A/N: here is chapter 1 of this series. I know ! Not me writing a new series instead of updating the ones I have but 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ also I know Ransom might feel a bit out of character but I promise his asshole tendencies will make an appearance.

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Being in New York is not for the weak. Trying to navigate through the busy streets and even busier subway was overwhelming for two kids that had never been there before. But they had a goal in mind. To get to their goal they first had to stop in Brooklyn. It took the brother and sister duo a few weeks to figure out the whole address but once they did nothing was going to stop them.

It had been months ago when their mother had told them the truth. They were adopted. It had been life altering information for them. For Theodore, the oldest of the twins, it was a shock and he wanted nothing to do with his biological parents while Abigail was the opposite. They both loved their adoptive parents but Abby had always been the curious one. She wanted more information and was never shy to ask questions. Theodore already had a theory and there would never be anyone to persuade him away from it. Still at his sister’s insistence he followed her around New York so that she could get some answers. He’d deny that his curiosity was piqued.

They fidget anxiously as they wait for someone to answer the knock on a door that looks like it’s about to fall off its hinges. They can hear some shuffling on the other side.

“What do you want?” An older man with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth asks. He had a beer belly and almost no hair. His voice was gruff and he sported a scowl.

“Hi sir, we were wondering if the person that wrote this letter lives or lived here. Or if you know them and could give us some information on them.” Abigail pulls out a letter from her purse and shows the man.

His eyes skim the letter and then move back and forth between it and the kids.

“No, and don’t show up here again.”

He slams the door in their face after ripping the letter apart.

“I told you this was a bad idea.”

“Teddy, you can’t think like that.”

“Abby please. This is a waste of time. If they wanted us they wouldn’t have given us up.” Teddy countered. “Besides, he ruined the letter.”

“Good thing it was just a copy. Come on, it seems like this guy has lived here for ages. Maybe there’s a neighbor who can tell us something.”

Abigail dragged her twin brother across the street and happily knocked on another door. It took a few tries but they finally got what they wanted. A name and a place.

The building was huge. They weren’t sure how many floors it had but it was all windows so the afternoon sun made it shine. The twins linked their arms together and crossed the street. Abby was more determined to see this through than Teddy but he could never think of letting her do something like this alone. So he took a deep breath and walked through the double doors with her.

“We have to get this dress finished and sent out. It’s for a red carpet event.”

“Y/N?” You look up at Wanda when you hear her calling your name.

Stepping away from one of your employees you give her your full attention seeing as she looks nervous about something.

“What’s up?”

“Well I don’t exactly know how to say this.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re quitting. I can’t function without you.” You grab her hand tightly.

She chuckles but shakes her head.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh good.” You blow out an exaggerated breath while pressing a hand to your chest. “But then what is that face for?”

“There are two people here very insistent on talking to you. They don’t have an appointment but said they would just keep coming back if they didn’t get to talk to you today. I can call the building security or the cops.”

“Do I know them?”

“Nope. It’s two teenagers.”

Your heart started beating wildly. Realistically there was no way it could be them but you always hoped.

“A girl and a boy?” You asked cautiously.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Ok, I need a minute. Cancel my meetings this afternoon and in five minutes bring them to my office. I will explain everything to you later.” You rushed out and then walked away leaving a very confused Wanda standing in the middle of your workshop.

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In your office you paced back and forth before walking into your private bathroom to make sure you looked presentable. For all the times you imagined reuniting this was never how it happened. If it was them that is, you really hoped it was.

A soft knock at the door makes your heart skip a beat and you rush out and sit at your desk. Then you get up and lean up against it. You aren’t even sure what to do with your hands. Wanda pokes her head in and eyes you worriedly. In all of the time she’s known you she’s never seen you this nervous.

“Come in Wanda.” You say on a shaky breath.

She opens the door wider and comes in followed by two teenagers. A boy and a girl and as you take them in you have to fight the urge to run to them and pull them in your arms and cry and rush out apologies.

“Y/N this is Abigail and Theodore. They were in the waiting area and said they needed to speak with you.”

“Thank you Wanda, you can go.” She nods and walks out, closing the door behind her. The three of you just looked at each other. The room suddenly felt quite tense but you broke the silence. “Would you like anything to drink or need something?”

They shook their heads at the same time. You gave them a small smile while you gestured to the sitting area you had in your office.

“Why don’t we sit?”

They moved in unison. Theodore being protective over his sister placed himself between you and her. You couldn’t help the small smile that played on your lips. He reminded you so much of their father.

“So.” You and Abigail said at the same time and she giggled. Maybe it was just nervous laughter but still it was the sweetest sound you’d ever heard just like when she cried for the first time.

“Go ahead.”

“I think you’re our mother.” She blurts out and Theodore rolls his eyes.

“Real smooth Abs.”

She gives you a sheepish look but you just smile at her.

“We were adopted when we were born and recently our mom gave us this letter.” She holds out a faded and folded piece of paper. “We’ve been digging around for the last few weeks and we found an old address and then the guy at the house we went to was a huge dick but we asked around and then we found someone that knew you and they gave us your full name and what you did for a living and that’s why we’re here. We just wanted to meet you, at least once.”

You take the paper and skim over it. It was in your hand writing. At least they had kept it and actually given them the letter you wrote for them. When you look back up at them you have tears in your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful. Both of you. Are you guys ok? Do they treat you well?”

“Our parents are great. The best parents you could ever ask for.” Theodore said. There was a bit of bite with his comments but you could tell he was sincere with his praises.

“That’s good, great. I mean- I can’t believe you’re sitting here and you’re so big. I have to ask though, what are you doing in New York? Are you on vacation or something?”

“No, we just moved here.”

“Oh well, you’re going to love it. There’s so many things to do here.”

“Can I ask you something?” Abigail asked.

“Of course, anything.”

“Who’s our biological father? There’s nothing in the letter about him and mom can’t remember if he wrote a letter too.”

You took a deep breath, you knew the question was coming and honestly you were surprised that they weren’t asking more.

“His name is Ransom.” You answer. “Uh Drysdale.”

“Ransom Drysdale? Sounds fake.”

“Weird name but yeah.” You chuckle as you answer Theodore’s question.

“Are you together?”

You gave them a sad smile but shook your head. “We aren’t but if you want to meet him I could get in contact and let him know you found us. I know he’d love to see you and you both must have so many questions. Maybe the four of us could sit down and talk.”

They looked at each other, as if having a silent conversation.

“Yeah, we could do that.” Theodore had been the one to agree but Abigail held her phone out to you.

“Could I get your number? That way we could coordinate the time.”

“Absolutely.” You grab the phone and type in your number. “Just send me a text so that way I can save yours. Once I talk with Ransom I’ll let you know when we can meet up. Your parents are more than welcome to come too.”

“No.” They both said at the same time. You narrowed your eyes in their direction. It was suspicious but you didn’t mention it. “We should get going but it was nice to meet you.”

“It’s wonderful to be able to meet you.”

The three of you stood up at the same time. You looked at each other awkwardly and unsure of how to say your goodbyes.

“Could I maybe hug you?”

“I’d really like that.” You smile at Abigail and she moves into your open arms.

You squeeze your eyes shut as all of the memories from the time you were pregnant to when you gave birth come flooding back. When Abigail pulls again she wipes away a tear from your cheek.

“Sorry it’s just... I always imagined meeting you but I never thought it would happen.”

“It’s ok. We um-we should get going.”

“Do you need a ride? I could have my driver take you.”

“No, we're ok. Thank you.”

Theodore just gave you a half smile. He was definitely the most reserved about the whole situation. As they walked out you wondered if they’d always known they were adopted or if they just recently found out.

You sink back down into the seat and you cry. They were tears of happiness and regret and sadness. Wanda had walked back in and hugged you until you were ready to speak.

“I need you to get me on the phone with Ransom Drysdale”

“Drysdale? Isn't he that writer’s grandson?”

“Yeah, him.”

“But what’s wrong? I’m not against beating up teenagers if they made you cry.”

You gave her a watery laugh and shook your head.

“No need to beat up teenagers. I promise I’ll tell you everything but I need to talk to him first.”

“Ok,” she nods and gets up. “I didn’t know you knew him.”

“I used to. A whole lifetime ago.”

“I’ll get him on the phone as soon as I can.”

“Thanks Wanda.”

Abby and Teddy got home just as the sun was setting. The apartment was relatively quiet except for the tv in the living room. Just as they expected their mom was watching the latest episode of the bachelor.

“Hey kiddos. Did you have fun exploring?” She asked as Teddy bent down to kiss her forehead.

“Yeah, we got a little bit lost but we found our way. Thanks for letting us go.”

Abby was next to greet her mother with a kiss before getting comfortable on the couch beside her.

“And you? Did you have fun?” Their mother, Anna looked up at her son. She could tell that he was hiding something but she didn’t want to press. So many things had changed in the last year that she couldn’t blame him for being a bit distant.

“Yeah, I mean I spent most of my time making sure Abs didn’t get hit by a cab but, it was interesting.”

“Well good. You’re always so good looking after your sister.”

“Well I am older so it’s my job.”

“By like five minutes.” Abby challenged and rolled her eyes earning a chuckle from their mom.

“Anyways I’m gonna go shower and I still have some things to unpack.”

“Ok baby.” Their mom said. Once Teddy had left she looked over at Abby. “Did anything happen while you were out?”

“No, it was fun. But you know him, he likes to feel guilty about things that weren’t his fault. He’ll be alright and I’ll keep an eye out for him.”

“My babies are growing up so fast.”

“Moooommm.” Abby whined but still leaned into the hug her mother had pulled her into.

“Alright, let's see who gets eliminated tonight.”

You hadn’t been able to focus on work after the twins left. There was a very strong need for you to text Abigail since you got her number. There were so many questions you had for them. Especially Teddy, he was definitely the most distant of the two but you couldn’t blame him.

It was nearing 11:00 pm and you were pushing yourself to leave when your phone rang. You picked it up quickly thinking it was Wanda.

“Hello.”

“Y/N?” The voice was deep and sounded tired but you’d recognize it anywhere.

“Ransom?”

“Hey thimble.”

His old nickname for you brought up more memories back.

“Hi.”

You both sat there quietly unsure of how to proceed with the conversation. It was just good to have some kind of connection again. He had been, and you would never tell anyone that he still was, the love of your life. You and Ransom were meant to be together but things happened and now you’re here.

“I had a very exasperated assistant tell me I had to call this number today or he’d quit.”

You chuckle. “That must have been because of my assistant, I asked her to get you on the phone. Please apologize to your assistant on our behalf.”

“Nah he’ll be ok.” He assured you. “How long has it been now? 13 years?”

“14.”

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve even been in the same room. A swelling of emotions fill your chest and you clear your throat to avoid crying.

“Is everything ok?” He asks after a beat of silence.

“They found me. Our kids. God Ransom, they're so beautiful. Abigail and Theodore.”

“They found you?”

“Yeah, Abigail gave me the letter that I wrote for them. They just moved to New York and wanted to meet us. I told them I would call you. Don’t know if you’d want to meet them but I thought you might.”

“Of course I do. They’re 15 already right?”

“Yeah, they have your eyes.” You mutter. “And Theodore seems very protective of his sister. It reminded me of you in school.”

“I used to get in a lot of fights back then.” Ransom chuckled. “Still do some times.”

“I’d like to say I’m surprised but it’s you.”

“Yeah yeah, how’s the sewing going?”

“The sewing?”

“Yeah, you’re a seamstress aren't you?”

“Something like that.” You huff out a laugh.

“I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Have you ever heard of the brand Gemelli?” You ask.

“Yeah, my girlfriend loves the designer.”

Ouch. He had moved on. You couldn’t blame him on your lack of love life but to hear him confirm it still hurts.

“Guess who the designer and owner is.”

“No fucking way, that’s amazing thimble. I’m so proud of you. You got what you wanted.” He’s genuine in his congratulations but wrong in his thoughts that you had what you wanted because you would trade everything you own to be a family.

“Thank you. I heard you’re at the publishing house. I’m also very proud of you.”

“Thanks.”

“Anyways, I just wanted to reach out and put it out there that the kids want to meet you. I know they’ll have questions and I thought it’d be better if the four of us got together and we could talk.”

“Yeah that’s a good idea. I’ll check my schedule and get back to you. Is this number your cell?”

“No, this is my office.” You say before giving him your personal number. “Just let me know when you’re free I’ll set everything up.”

“I will. Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you for calling me.”

“You’d do the same if the roles were reversed. I have to go but I’ll hopefully see you soon.”

“I can’t wait. Bye thimble.” He said with such fondness that he might as well have squeezed your heart with his bare hands.

“Me either, bye Ran.”

You placed the phone back on the receiver and slouched in your chair. Taking your phone out of your purse you see a text from Abigail.

Abby: I’m so glad we met today. Hope we can meet again soon! 🥰🥰🥰

You smiled before you sent her a quick reply that you had talked to Ransom and you’d set something up for the four of you to meet. In the darkness of your office with only the city providing any sort of lighting. Shadows danced along the walls and you wondered if this is what your life would be like if you hadn’t given the twins up for adoption. If you and Ransom had stayed together and tonight both your daughter and, probably, husband were just checking in on you. It didn’t hurt to imagine that this was your life but it didn’t help either. You and Ransom had made your choices and no matter how much you loved each other it was never meant to be.

Eventually you got up and walked out of your office for the night. There was no use in thinking of what if scenarios. The truth was what you were living. The kids you’d thought about everyday of your life were now back in your life in some capacity. The love of your life has moved on and you were able to achieve one of your dreams. And one out of three ain’t bad.

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Brothers Part Four

Garreth Weasley 🔺️ F!MC 🔺️Oscar Weasley

A love rivalry between two brothers. Oscar is an OC created by @eternalremorse and used with her permission. Chapter Master List

Chapter Four - The First Kiss

As September led into October, MC had settled back into the rhythm of classes and being with her friends. There was more time to appreciate everything that Hogwarts had to offer this year, what with no enemies to battle or a huge workload to catch up on. While she was still inexperienced compared to her classmates, everything seemed to be much more enjoyable this time, and she had the freedom to grow her friendships in her free time.

Study sessions with Sebastian and Ominis now included Garreth, a welcome addition as far as MC was concerned. He brought some much needed laughter to their trio, and it warmed her heart to see it on Sebastian's face. She knew the shadows that plagued him. They still haunted her dreams at night on occasion, so having someone like Garreth around was therapeutic.

One afternoon, she lay on her bed reading the latest letter from her old friend at the orphanage, a small sigh escaping her at the words recounting the details of her wedding. MC had begun to feel rather removed from that old life, especially being back here at school, and now that her old friend was married it meant that there was nobody else at the orphanage waiting for her anymore.

Poppy looked up from the latest novel she was reading. "Why the sigh, MC? Is it bad news?"

"Not exactly," MC said. She waved the letter. "My friend is now a married woman at the age of eighteen. I can not imagine what that would feel like, but she seems happy enough."

Poppy gazed into the distance, a crease on her brow. "Hmm, I must admit, I couldn't imagine myself married yet either. At least she sounds happy, though."

MC folded the letter and returned it to the envelope. "How do you even know if you're marrying the right one? I mean, shouldn't you give it more time? She only met her husband in the summer."

Poppy grinned. "You don't see yourself marrying Oscar, then? I could see you as a Mrs Weasley."

"Don't be ridiculous, Poppy," MC said, flushing. "Oscar and I aren't even courting."

Poppy made a rather rude sound blowing air through her lips. "You might as well be," she scoffed. "He carrys your books for you, makes a point of chatting to you at dinner, and as for the way he looks at you, well...all that is missing is the snogging."

It was true. Oscar was always there with a charming smile and a kiss for her hand. At first, she had been rather overwhelmed and shy about it, but she had to admit, he was winning her over. How could she ignore the attention of a boy so handsome? She was finding it harder to decline his attempts to spend time with her, running out of excuses, and if she was really being honest, she actually wanted to spend time with him. This was despite the looks of disapproval she received from Sebastian every time Oscar appeared to steal her away for a few moments.

She eyed Poppy, biting her lip. "He asked me to come and watch him at Quidditch practise," she said.

"Are you going?" Poppy looked at her expectantly.

MC smiled. "I did say I would."

Poppy gave a little squeak, her legs kicking happily against the bed. "See! You're courting," she said excitedly. "You just wait. He will be kissing you next, and I expect a full update when he does."

MC gave a short laugh, not entirely convinced that it was true, but the thought did make her heart beat a little faster.

....*....

The first frost was glittering on the grass come October, the sky a pale blue behind the turning colours of the trees. The air was chilled, and it stung Oscar's cheeks as he flew across the Quidditch pitch, his arm swinging wide as he cracked his bat against the Bludger. The sheer effort he put into sending the iron ball flying across towards his teammate made him grunt loudly through clenched teeth.

It was the last team practise before the first big game on Saturday. Gryffindor was up against Slytherin in the first round of the season, and Oscar was determined for a win. They needed it. What a moral boost it would be to kick the season off with a win, and more than anything, he wanted to wipe that smug grin off Sallow's face.

Oscar was beginning to suspect that Sebastian didn't like him very much, and he was fairly sure it was because at every opportunity he could manage, he was with MC. He made a point of chatting to her in the Great Hall, leaning on the table beside her, making her blush in front of her Hufflepuff friends. He would try and catch her between classes, whisper into her ear in the library, and best of all, charm that smile out of her.

When he had asked her to come along and watch training today, he had expected her to say no, especially as Sallow was right beside her when he posed the question to her. But, a quick glance over to the stands, and he could see her sitting there, wrapped up in her robes and scarf, and it made his heart lift. No matter that his brother was sat beside her. She had come, and that was enough, for now.

The Bludger came hurtling back towards him, and Oscar's thighs gripped the broom tightly, arm swinging out as he narrowed his gaze onto it before sending it straight back with a loud whack. Isaac came zooming up, turning his broom before slowing to hover beside him.

"Let's call it a day," Isaac said. His nose and cheeks were pink from the cold. "A hot shower and some grub is in order."

Oscar nodded, and Isaac shouted to the others. They gathered up the Quidditch balls and flew down to land on the grass below, where Isaac gave the team a rousing speech. Isaac's passion for the game was blazing in his eyes, and it seemed to inspire them all.

"We've got this," Isaac said. His eyes gleamed with determination as they began to pack away the gear. "Come Saturday, we're going to take down those snakes."

Oscar helped get the fiesty Bludgers back into the box, puffing with the effort as Isaac chained them in. Isaac glanced behind Oscar and grinned, giving him a hearty slap to the shoulder.

"Here comes your little Hufflepuff," he said quietly. He winked at Oscar. "You seem to be winning her over, Weasley. I'll leave you to it."

As Isaac walked away, Oscar straightened and gave MC a smile as she approached, a flutter of something erupting in his stomach. Her nose was pink with the chill, but her entrancing eyes were bright. A quick scan around the pitch showed Garreth standing with Leander, chatting with the others, his back to them. Oscar reached out to take hold of the end of her scarf, making the most of having her to himself. He gave it a little tug, bringing her even closer.

"I'm glad you came," he said. "I hope you're coming to the game on Saturday, too. I want to see you cheering for me in those stands."

"I'm not sure how my Slytherin friends will feel about that," she chuckled. "Sebastian will be playing, don't forget. I can't not cheer for my best friend."

Indeed, Sallow would be playing as Beater against Oscar, which should make for interesting game play, to say the least. Oscar took a risk, pulling her closer still, reaching up to tuck a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. "I know how I will feel about it if you do come and cheer for me," he said softly.

He was rewarded with the delicate spread of pink across her cheeks, and he smiled, his fingers lingering in her hair by her ear. He wanted to kiss her, his mouth hungry to feel the softness of her lips. It was tempting. He even leaned down towards her as if he was going to do just that.

She licked her lips, her tongue flicking out for a quick swipe before disappearing again, the delicate movement arousing a heat within that made him want to hold her even closer.

"You're not going to make me wear a Gryffindor scarf, are you?

"Now, there's an idea," he said. He tilted his head at that pleasing image, gently moving his fingers down towards her jaw. He slid his thumb across her skin, relishing the delicate curve of the bone there, and felt her shiver. "If I give you mine, would you do it? Would you like to wear it for me on Saturday?"

Her beautiful eyes were searching his, and he could feel her trembling under his fingers. It stoked the fire in his belly. Her eyes were full of innocence, and yet there were shadows hidden in those depths. She intrigued him. This felt different to all the other girls he had been with. Why did she get under his skin like this?

She wasn't backing out from his daring touch despite them being on full view of the whole pitch, and it was the most he had ever touched her. He risked sliding his thumb towards her mouth, her breath hitching as he teased near the corner. He ached for more.

"Alright," she agreed, her voice almost a whisper. "I'll wear your scarf for the match."

Triumph filled his chest, and his smile was slow, satisfied, as he brushed the tip of his thumb over her tantalisingly soft, lower lip. She would wear his scarf, cheering for him and not her Slytherin friend. It felt like a victory in itself. Unable to resist any longer, Oscar closed the gap and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, the skin chilled under his warm lips.

Their gazes locked, and he felt that pull, that urge for more. He wanted to claim her mouth, but he held back, savouring the exquisite pleasure of winning her over. He did enjoy the chase, and this had been a slow burn that was gradually consuming him. He didn't want to rush and spoil it. Plus, there were too many people nearby. He wanted her completely to himself.

"Can I see you later?" He asked. "Just us."

He watched as her eyes widened and he could feel each thud of his heart. He had arranged to meet up with girls before, but this time, it felt different. He really wanted her to say yes. He was almost holding his breath.

"Are you asking me on a date?" She asked softly.

"Would you like it to be a date?"

She pulled a face as though considering the option, but the teasing pull of her mouth gave her away. It made his own lips twitch with a smile, relief making him almost shudder as she gave him a shy nod of confirmation.

"Be ready at 6 pm," he said. His thumb caressed her cheek, his mouth so temptingly close to hers. "I will meet you outside your common room."

The sound of a throat being cleared made them both turn, and MC stepped quickly back away from him. Garreth was standing there watching them, his face awkward and rather grim like he had swallowed something sour. Oscar slowly lowered his hand, the one that had been rather comfortable against her soft skin, and he eyed his brother carefully.

Garreth's eyes were dark, unimpressed, but he managed a tight smile. "Not interrupting anything, am I?"

Oscar thought perhaps his brother was interrupting them on purpose, their eyes meeting in a silent battle of wills. A flash of guilt speared through him, and he fought back against it. He didn't want to hurt his brother intentionally, but his competitive streak was winning out. He knew Garreth liked MC. It was obvious in the way he was often with her, the soft smiles he sent her way that made Oscar's guts tighten up with envy.

"No, no, it's alright," MC smiled. She moved towards Garreth, her hands fiddling with her scarf. "Are you ready to walk back?"

Garreth nodded and offered her his arm, which she took without any hesitation. Oscar's envy flared. His earlier feeling of triumph slipped a little, and he had a compelling urge to take her arm and bring her back towards him. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his Quidditch trousers instead, but decided that a little reminder for this evening wouldn't go amiss.

"I shall see you later, MC," he said.

Garreth gave them both a curious look, but neither he nor MC elaborated on their plans. Her smile was warm as she nodded at Oscar, and she gave him a wave. Oscar clung on to that warm smile she had given as she held his brother's arm and let him escort her away across the Quidditch pitch.

....*....

Seeing MC at the Gryffindor Quidditch practise session had merely added to Garreth's suspicions that she liked Oscar. It was difficult to swallow, especially when it was right under his nose every day. Having to stand by and watch as Oscar met her after class was something he was having to get used to. While nothing was confirmed, it was clearly only a matter of time before they were official.

It kept him awake at night. Oscar dallied with girls. There had never really been anyone serious, but this felt different. Oscar looked keen, and he wasn't giving up. Perhaps he felt something for MC, something more than a mere dalliance, and Garreth wasn't sure if that was better or worse.

What was even more infuriating was his own lack of confidence in himself. Since their outing to gather potion ingredients, he hadn't asked her to do anything else, content to be in her company in whichever way she chose. He had slowly been welcomed into her circle of friends, and he had found himself rather enjoying Poppy's mischievous chatter and, more surprisingly, he was even forming a friendship with Sebastian. While the Slytherin always seemed to have a watchful eye on him, it no longer felt threatening, and they even held conversations when MC wasn't around.

MC seemed happy. The shadows and exhaustion that clouded her face during 5th year were no longer there, and for this, Garreth was grateful. She smiled a lot more, and if it was his brother causing that, then Garreth was begrudgingly accepting it. That didn't mean it was easy to watch, though.

Seeing her sitting in the chilly stands watching the practise, he had gone to join her. Of course, he had sat with her, and of course, it had been easy to chatter away and bring a smile to her lips. But, her eyes had followed Oscar as he flew across the pitch, whacking the Bludger with those strong, Beater arms of his. Oscar was athletic and strong, and he looked good on a broom. Garreth knew that look on her face. It was the look most girls made when they stared his brother's way.

The worst moment of all, though, had been when he had turned away from Leander to look for her after practise. He had paused in his step, staring as Oscar touched her face, his head bent close enough to kiss her if he wanted, and MC was staring up at him, cheeks flushed and not from the cold he was sure.

It had made his stomach feel empty and heavy all at the same time. He was doomed to remain her friend and nothing more, it would seem. If it wasn't for the gleam of triumph in his brother's eyes, he might have been content with that, but he couldn't help but feel a pinch of concern.

As he escorted MC across the pitch back to the castle, Oscar's last words to her played on his mind. He gave her a curious look.

"I take it you have plans to see Oscar later?"

She nodded. "Yes, I did say I would catch up with him after dinner."

Garreth nodded slowly and nibbled at his lower lip. "He seems to be around a lot lately, I think he may have a soft spot for you."

She blushed and dipped her head. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, not a bad thing," he said. He hesitated, worry teasing at his brow. "Although, Oscar is... shall we say, rather fickle when it comes to girls, and they seem to drop their knickers all too easily around him."

Her step slowed and she looked at him. "What are you saying?"

"Oh, not that I think you would do such a thing," he said quickly, cringing a little. "You don't seem that type at all."

MC frowned, her eyes wary. "What sort of girl do you think I am, then?"

He flushed and rubbed his hand through his hair. "Well, you're the lovely kind, of course," he said. His mind went blank, and his mouth was moving of its own accord now, always a dangerous thing. "You're sweet, and sensible, not the slutty type in the slightest."

"I should hope not!" Her eyes widened, and her arm slipped out of his, a mortified look swept across her face. "Gods, that's not what Oscar thinks is it?"

Garreth winced and shook his head. "I'm sure that's not the case," he said. His shoulders slumped, and he sighed. "In fact, I've never seen him this keen over a girl before, so no, I don't think he sees you that way at all."

It was galling to admit it, but it was true. He gave her a look full of earnest concern, and he reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm sorry, I didn't word it very well at all. I just don't want him to hurt you, MC," he said quietly. "You don't deserve that."

As much as that was true, Garreth could not deny his own jealousy had played a part in this rather awkward exchange. Maybe he was trying to plant a seed of doubt in her thoughts, and while he felt guilty about trying to thwart his own brother, he genuinely didn't want MC to get hurt.

"It's alright, Garreth. I know you mean well," she said. She gave him a smile and squeezed his hand back. "I can take care of myself, though. I've always had to. I'll be fine."

As they continued to walk, he could tell she was thinking about what he had said. She had assured him that she would be fine, but he just couldn't help feeling that slither of worry.

When she parted from him, she gave him a swift hug, the scent of her perfume lingering around him as she had disappeared down the winding staircase towards the Hufflepuff common room.

Maybe she could look after herself, but just because she'd had no choice in her life so far, that didn't mean things had to continue being that way. He was right here, ready in case she needed someone.

....*....

When Poppy entered the dormitory, she found MC in a bit of a flap, clothing strewn across her bed as she held up garments in front of her, sighing and flinging them aside.

Poppy giggled. "What's going on here?"

MC gave Poppy a harassed look, biting her lip. "I want to look nice, but not in a slutty way," MC said. "I don't want to give Oscar the wrong idea about me."

Poppy gasped and rushed forward to grab her hands. "Do you have a date with Oscar?"

"Sort of," MC said. She tilted her head. "He is coming to get me at six. He said he wanted to see me, and it just be us two."

Poppy squealed and wrapped her arms around MC, her head pressed against her chest. "This is so exciting!"

MC laughed and hugged her back. "He kissed me on the nose."

MC blushed as she remembered the feel of Oscar's fingers in her hair and the heat in his eyes as he had looked at her. For a breathless moment, she had thought he was going to kiss her properly, but the touch of his lips on her nose had gripped her heart more tightly than she could have ever imagined.

Poppy gazed up at her, eyes sparkling. "Do you think he will kiss you properly tonight?"

Despite Garreth's fumbled warning when he walked her back earlier, MC could not deny that she would like Oscar to kiss her. This had been building for weeks now, ever since that day he had taken her for a broom ride.

A kiss would be perfectly acceptable, she decided. She had already received plenty from him on the back of her hand, and now on her nose, too. It wasn't as though she was intending on anything more scandalous. She was not ready for that in any case. But a kiss? Yes. She could do that.

"He just might," MC said. Her pulse fluttered. "I might be able to tick off one of my top five kissable boys after all."

Poppy blinked and then they both burst into giggles, Poppy squeezing her so tightly she could hardly breathe.

....*....

After dinner, Garreth had returned to the common room and took up a spot on his favourite settee, pulling out his journal and noting down his swirling thoughts. Jealousy gnawed at him. He was worrying that MC would get hurt, but also concerned that Oscar liked her a bit too much. It made his head spin because underneath all of that, he knew he cared for MC in a deep, incomprehensible way.

Laughter from the other side of the common room made him look up from his doodling. Leander, Isaac, and some others from the Quidditch team were gathered, chatting and seemingly having a lovely time. Garreth frowned and looked away, not interested in joining them tonight. His gaze moved towards the entrance to the dormitory stairs as Oscar appeared, dressed in smart trousers and a blue woollen jumper. He'd bathed, his hair was still damp, and Garreth's mouth twisted miserably. Oscar was ready to go and meet with MC.

A flash of something hard and determined coursed through him. It made him tingle as he closed his journal and slipped it out of sight. He got up from the settee and headed for Oscar, pulling him to one side out of earshot from the others.

"A word, brother, if you wouldn't mind," he said.

Oscar's blue eyes, eyes just like their mother's, looked at him curiously. "What's up, Gar?"

"I know you're going to meet MC," he said firmly. Determination made his jaw tight, and his heart was beating a little faster as he stared at his brother. He had always looked up to him, envied him, but he had to do this.

Oscar's eyebrows lifted a little. "Is that a problem?"

Garreth shook his head. "No, not yet at least," he said. He stared at Oscar, resolute. "But if you hurt her, brother, you'll have me to answer to. Do you understand me?"

Oscar's eyes widened, an incredulous smile curving his lips. "Are you kidding me?"

Garreth pressed his fingers into Oscar's chest, not hard but firm enough to make his point. "I mean it. Don't treat her like all those other girls you fucked and then discarded. MC isn't like them, Oscar. Don't hurt her."

Oscar's smile faded and his eyes narrowed. "I know she's not like that," he said quietly. "That's why I like her, brother."

Garreth removed his hand, eyes still wary as he stepped back from Oscar. He nodded. "Good."

Oscar frowned a little as he stared at Garreth. Garreth could feel the tremble in his limbs from the adrenaline rush that came from standing up to his brother like this. It was crazy what one girl could make you do.

"I'm not planning on hurting her, Garreth," Oscar said. "Are we good?"

Garreth nodded. "We're good as long as we understand each other."

Oscar gave him the longest look before he nodded and walked away, stopping to grasp fists with Isaac, who leant in to whisper something into Oscar's ear that had them both grinning, and bumping their shoulders.

Garreth may not be happy with how Oscar was spending his evening, but it had felt good to say his piece. He returned to his settee and pulled his journal back out. He had plenty of page space left for today to cover in thoughts and dreams.

....*....

Stepping out of the Hufflepuff common room, Poppy's words of encouragement in her ears, MC was met with a pair of sparking blue eyes and a charming smile as Oscar stepped forward to take her hand. With her breath almost stilling in her lungs, she let Oscar press his usual kiss to the back of it. This time, however, his lips lingered a little longer, and his eyes never left hers. There was a promise in the gesture this time.

She smiled softly and allowed herself to step a bit closer towards him. "So, where are we going, Mr Weasley?"

His lips tilted, amused at the formality. He gave her a little bow and offered his arm, delighting her as he played along. "I thought we would take an evening stroll, Miss MC," he said. "It's a bit chilly out, but never fear, I know a rather good warming charm that will keep us nice and cosy.'

MC took his arm. "Sounds perfect. Lead the way."

They walked through the castle, drawing a few curious stares as they made their way outside and along to the gardens above the Hufflepuff common room. Oscar did indeed cast a warming charm for them, and MC appreciated it against the chill of the night. Their breath misted in the air as they chatted, the sky clear and sprinkled with star light.

As they neared the fountain, the water was trickling still, but frost was forming at the edges, the damp patches on the stone ground around it beginning to glitter in the soft light spilling from the castle windows. Oscar guided her around one such slippery patch, urging her to mind her step.

"So, now that it is just us, what would you like to do?" MC asked curiously. As much as it was nice to chat with him, she wondered if he'd made any plans.

Oscar's smirk suggested that he had and led her past the fountain, and down the steps, he held her steady as they picked their way over the grassy slope towards the viewpoint. The moonlight shone across the Black Lake, and the lonely hoot of an owl sounded above them.

"I thought we could just spend some time together," he said. He led her to a stone bench. "I usually have to share you with your friends, so I thought I would steal you away and have you all to myself."

MC felt her cheeks warm up and was glad of the night's darkness as Oscar pulled a bag of sugary treats from his pocket. He held it out to her. "Lemon sherbet drops?"

MC took one and popped it into her mouth as they took a seat. Oscar immediately shuffled closer, slipping his arm about her shoulders and putting the bag of sweets on his lap. She could feel the warmth of him as he pressed close, and she felt nerves flutter in her tummy. She fiddled with her fingers, unsure of where to put her hands in this kind of situation.

"We do seem to be alone," MC said, her eyes glancing about.

Oscar looked down at her. "Are you okay with that? We could always go back inside."

"No, its fine," she said. She looked up at him. "It's actually quite nice."

He met her gaze, his hand coming up to trail fingers along her jaw as he had done on the Quidditch pitch. She swallowed. It had felt lovely at the time, but this felt different, more daring, more exciting in the quiet darkness.

"I want you to know that I would never make you do anything that you didn't want," he said softly. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

MC nodded, his fingers a warm distraction as they teased under her ear. "I'm fine, honestly," she said. She took a shaky breath. "Maybe a little nervous, though," she admitted.

"Of me?" He asked.

"More like just this..." MC's hand fluttered between them. "I've never...you know..."

His eyes softened. "You've never kissed anyone before?"

She shook her head, heart pounding. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this, her nerves were making her hands tremble and she was sure she must look foolish. But then she was looking into those gorgeous blue eyes, the soft lights from the common room windows providing just enough glow on the freckled skin of his face, and the nerves didn't seem so terrible. They were good nerves, excited nerves.

He bit his lower lip, a gleam of white against plump, pink flesh and his gaze dropped to her mouth. "Do you want to?" He whispered.

His fingers slid past her ear, gliding effortlessly into her hair and she shivered as tingles spread along her spine "Yes," she breathed.

As Oscar's head bent towards her, his face moving slowly closer, MC held her breath as he pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose again. This close, she could smell the clean scent of his hair and admire the delicate curve of his copper eyelashes as his mouth moved to press another kiss to her cheek. His lips were soft and warm, his breath hot against her as his mouth moved along her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed, her heart pounding as she savoured every soft brush of his lips.

Her nerves seemed to slip away with every delicate touch of his mouth as he kissed his way towards her ear. The hand he had slid into her hair now cupped the back of her head, tilting her slightly to allow him better access as she felt the gentle grip of teeth on the shell of her ear. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and her hands lifted to grip the soft wool of his jumper.

Every breath chased the next, and her pulse flickered at a rushing pace as his mouth trailed along her jaw. Finally, he reached the sensitive flesh at the corner of her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, her heart pounding in her ears as he brushed the softest kiss against them. He claimed her top lip in another kiss before moving to take the bottom. This lip he kissed with devastating slowness, a teasing slide of tongue caressing before he took it into his mouth in a testing suck.

MC thought that perhaps her bones had melted. She clung to him, rational thoughts wiped utterly clean from her mind until all she knew was Oscar's scent, his taste, and the soft tease of his mouth.

Her eyes blinked open when she realised he had stopped. She met his gaze, eyes so close she was lost in them. "My goodness," she whispered.

The corners of his eyes crinkled up as he smiled, his nose brushing gently against hers.

"Please tell me you want to do that again?"

MC was still mindless, lips tingling and eager for more. Feeling bolder than she expected, she answered him by pressing her lips against his for a quick kiss of her own.

His eyes blazed, delighted. "I'm going to take that as a yes."

His kiss was firmer this time, but no less enjoyable. MC kissed him back, feeling bolder with each taste, her hands moving up to hold his head. His hair was soft against her fingers, and she heard his sigh as she dragged her hand through it. The slow and steady heat that was building within her flared at the sound, his own pleasure seeming to enhance her own.

She felt his tongue against her lips again, a gentle probe, and at his persistance, she parted her lips a little, and he took advantage. A soft moan sounded in her throat as the soft slide of his tongue met hers. It was intrusive, but it felt so good. She hesitated a little, unsure of how to handle this new turn, but his soft caress at her cheek eased her worries.

He took his time as he kissed her, exploring her mouth with a thoroughness that stole her breath. He tasted like the lemon drops and his own unique taste. At some point, they would need to come back up for air. The snatches she managed to grab in between his kissing sounded like desperate gasps, but he was breathing just as hard.

He shifted, his hand moving down over her shoulder, caressing along her arm before settling on her waist. He pulled her closer, the heat between them seeming to fire into something much more intense. His hand squeezed, fingers gripping her tightly, and he moaned. MC felt a flutter of panic break through the haze that clouded her mind, a little overwhelmed, and she squirmed.

He stopped immediately, releasing her mouth and pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes tightly closed as he gathered his breath. MC panted, lips damp and swollen, and cheeks thoroughly flushed as she watched him.

"Sorry," he gasped. He opened his eyes, turning to look out at the view as he slowed his breathing. "I got a bit carried away. Forgive me."

MC smoothed her hands through his hair, brushing it back from his forehead, and he turned to her again. "It's alright," she whispered.

He put his hand over hers, moving it so he could press a kiss to her palm before he shifted, sitting up a little straighter but not letting her go. He tucked her firmly into the crook of his arm, her head against his shoulder.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that," he said. "But, I will go at your pace. I meant what I said, I don't want to pressure you."

MC took hold of his hand, tracing his skin with her thumb, exploring the calluses from his Quidditch play. A part of her, the curious part, wondered what it would be like if they had carried on, how flustered and hot it would have become. The other part of her, the nervous, innocent girl that had no idea what she was doing, was grateful that he had some self-restraint.

This could not be the end, though. She'd had a taste now, and kissing had turned out to be wonderful, much better than reading about it in a book.

"If it makes you feel better, I am not opposed to more kisses like that."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

She nodded, a small giggle escaping her. His smirk was very satisfied as he linked their fingers.

"Does this mean I can call you my girl, now, MC?" He asked.

MC stared up at him, looking deep into his eyes and she saw the anticipation that glowed there. A delighted flush of warmth spread through her at the thought of being Oscar Weasley's girl.

"It looks like I need to get used to wearing the colour red," she said with a grin. "I get the feeling I am going to be wearing a Gryffindor scarf a lot, and not just for your matches."

Oscar's smile lit up his face and he pulled her in for a firm kiss to the lips. "I shall bring it to you first thing tomorrow morning when I walk you to breakfast," he promised.

MC let him wrap her up in his arms, holding her snugly against him as they looked out across the valley, the stars twinkling above them. She touched her fingers to her kiss-swollen lips, remembering the feel of him, a soft smile settling there. She had not planned to find a boyfriend this year, and yet here she was, she was Oscar's girl and by tomorrow the whole school would know. She wasn't sure she cared what they would whisper because this was her choice, and it felt right.

Happiness bloomed in her chest and she couldn't wait to exchange excited whispers with Poppy later when she returned.

To be continued...

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #oscar weasley #oscar weasley x mc #garreth weasley x mc #blueraineshadows

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lucienarcheron · 8 months

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A Simple Request [ Elucien ]

Prompt: A still shy Elain finds a different way to tell her mate what she wants. Inspired by a tiktok that no longer exists but it was cute, trust me XD. |

Genre: Hehe. Warnings: Lots of feels?

Lucien blinked at the delicately folded note that fell in his lap then looked up to find Elain, standing sheepishly a few feet away. His brow quirked up at the flush in her face, how her hands were behind her back, and one foot crossed in front of the other. “What’s this?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone.

“I know you’re reading and trying to relax but um — you should read it.” she said quickly. “And then uh — you can let me know what you think.”

He tilted his head, watching her curiously. “What I think? About what?”

“About what’s in the note!” she said, the flush in her cheeks deepening as a little giggle escaped her. “I’ll be in our room. Waiting. To hear what you think.”

Lucien watched her scurry off and slip into their bedroom, a short chuckle slipping from his lips as he eyed the bedroom door left slightly ajar. He shifted his attention back to the mysterious note that smelled of his lovely mate and gently unfolded it.

A wide grin bloomed on his face as he read the greeting.

My handsome love,

Things between us have been so deliciously passionate and I love the way you make me feel and how I feel myself come alive with your touch.

I recently read a new novel that included many...scandalous things that I had never thought about before but can’t stop thinking about. The whole time I was reading, all I kept imagining was you doing all those things to me and...I really liked it. The scenes included silk ties and...a crop. I would like to try them with you.

I was hoping, if you’d be so kind, I’d like you to respectfully disrespect me like the harlot that you are. I am yours to do with what you’d like, my lord.

Love,

Your eagerly awaiting mate.

Lucien had slowly doubled over as he reached the end of the letter and let out a soft laugh at such a polite request. He was grinning so fucken hard, he was sure his face would be split in two and quickly stood, adjusting himself because his body had caught up to Elain’s request before his mind could process it.

Stalking to their bedroom door, he slowly opened it fully and leaned against the doorway, pleasantly surprised to find his lovely mate seated in the middle of their bed in a sheer nightgown that did little to calm his raging hard-on.

He held up the piece of paper between two fingers. “A letter?”

Elain licked her lips, roses blooming on her cheeks as she fidgeted with the edge of her gown. “I thought this was a more...appropriate approach than simply throwing the book at you.” she said quietly and then started laughing at the wide grin on his face.

“Appropriate?” he said, his tone low as he slowly stalked towards her, shedding his shirt in the process. “None of my thoughts are appropriate when it comes to you, little dove.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” she said quietly, grinning widely as he climbed the bed and immediately covered every inch of her body with his. “What do you think of my request?”

“I think it’s a request I’d be more than happy to fulfill.” Lucien said with a smirk, looking down at Elain’s flushed face. “Any reasons you didn’t use your words to tell me?”

Elain ran her hands through his hair then down his back, a sheepish smile on her face. “I — I felt embarrassed.”

Lucien hummed and narrowed his eyes. “Embarrassed? To ask me for things I’d be happy to provide you with?” he said, his thumb caressing her cheek. “There’s nothing embarrassing about asking for what you want. I’m sure you can feel exactly how much I like the idea you’re presenting.”

“I do.”

“Have you ever felt embarrassed at all the other times I’ve respectfully disrespected you before?” he asked with a pointed look and another giggle slipped from her lips.

“No.”

“Good. The only feelings you should have are satisfaction and delight at being fucked properly.” Lucien said and raised a brow. “Do you feel those things when I play with you?”

Elain flushed deeply and nodded.

“Use your words.”

“Yes. I feel those things very much.”

“Then it sounds like I need to go buy a few things and return quickly to fulfill my mating duties properly.” he concluded with a grin, but Elain tightened her hold on him.

“I already have them.” she whispered, and Lucien’s lips twitched as his brows shot up.

“Do you now?”

“It was a sneaky operation that may or may not have included using a certain High Lady’s name.”

Lucien let out a laugh that had Elain giggling along. “You used Feyre’s name?”

“No one bat an eyelash and I wore a hat with sunglasses.”

He shook his head with a smile before he finally leaned in and gave her the kiss he’d been eager to give the moment he walked in the door. Elain responded eagerly, a breathless moan escaping between the kisses, and fire erupted between them as their tongues began to play. She lifted her hips, grinding against him and Lucien pulled back with a groan.

“You coy angel. You love tempting me.”

“Maybe. I’m also not wearing anything under this gown.”

“I noticed.” Lucien said tightly and Elain laughed in response. He kissed her fiercely once more, his hands tangling in her hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist and Lucien ground into her. Only when he felt her melt beneath him did Lucien finally pull back and gave her a stern look.

“This is how the rest of this evening is going to go,” he began, and Elain’s eyes lit up in excitement. “I’m going to make you come all over my tongue as an appetizer before I flip you over, tie your hands with those silks you’re interested in, and fuck you with little to no mercy.”

“Will you use the crop?” she whispered eagerly.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” Lucien said with a dark chuckle. “We’ll ease into it to see if you like the sting.”

“I like the sting when you use your hands.” she continued in a whisper and Lucien’s grin turned wolfish. “So, I think I’ll like this too. I like trying anything when it’s with you.”

Lucien’s gaze softened, his heart squeezing when she smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but kiss her again. “I like everything when it’s with you.”

“Thank you for answering my letter so quickly.” she said sweetly. “You have an excellent response rate.”

“You asked so politely. How could I make you wait?”

Elain bit back a smile. “And what else do you have planned for us this evening, my lord?”

“Well, I really want to watch you roll these lovely hips while you come all over my cock. So, after I’m through with you the first time, I’ll give you a little break, then have you ride me until you can’t take it anymore.” he said, his voice dropping dangerously low and Elain’s toes curled as her whole body heated. “After that, I’m going to have you ride my face until you come again and then I’m going to have you spread under me to fuck you one more time before the night is over.”

“Will you use the silk ties the whole time?” she asked quietly, licking her lips and Lucien smirked.

“We’ll see what you can handle,” he replied pleasantly. “How do those plans sound for the evening, my lady?”

“They sound exactly like what I had in mind.”

#elucien #elucien fanfics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #gfics #fic: a simple request

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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How do Shouko, Yuzuru, Satou, Naoko, Kazuya, Kae react to S/O's declaration of love?

Their crush confess their love for them

[ SCENARIO ] [ Shouko, Yuzuru, Satou, Naoko, Kazuya, Kae ]

[ A silent voice ] [ Happy Sugar Life ] [ Pumpkin Night ] [ Kiss him, not me ]

So, we are getting romantic, huh? I like it!! * play careless whisper on the background *

Also, this is the first time I write for Characters of diferents animes in a post! 😆

Shouko Nishimiya

Shouko is kinda discreet with her crush, she is already a little shy so it isn't too noticible when she gets shy with her crush, but you can tell since she gets more blushy and a little clingy, relying more in them

Who is more probable to notice her crush is her sister, Yuzuru, and she will be really supportive on this (unless she doesn't know you yet or you are a bad person) and she will cheer for one of you confess your love already! (because she will notice your crush too)

Shouko had already try to express her feelings for you, she even try it saying it directly with her own voice, but she failed, either because her nervous make her words even more incomprehensible or because she back off for her shyness and doesn't say anything at the end

The moment you say to her that you wanted to talk or that you have something to tell her she start getting nervous, did she did something? did she made you upset? And if she notice that you are nervous too (since confessing to someone isn't exactly easy) she gets even more nervous

When you finally tell her (either with sign language or writing down) she freeze, she is in shook because she expected everything except this (actually she hoped this but quickly brush it off out of embarrasment), she will ask you to repeat it or will read it again (actually a hundred times) because she can just believed it

Her mind is a mess, her heart is beating so fast between anxiety and excitment and her cheeks are so red, she is looking everywhere becouse she can't bring herself to look at you, she can't think properly and neither even form a sentence. She is just so happy, excitment is flooding her whole being that she feels like she may explode, it took her a while but at the end she finally manage to express her feelings too

If you take her reaction as a rejection or start telling that she doesn't have to go out with you or answer right now she panic, she doesn't want you to feel rejected, is just that Shouko is used to feel like a burden for everyone or being treated badly, so having someone who loves her this much is a little overwhelming for her

If you did it shyly she will find it rather cute while remembering it, but in case you confessed with confidence that make her all flustered

Also, it could be the case that you confess with a love letter, if that is the case she will be all flustered while reading it, she still get overwhelmed with excitment but she will ask you shyly if is true that you love her, she fear that is just a cruel joke

Yuzuru Nishimiya

It doesn't take her long to undestand her feelings towards you, she gets a little shy with them since she doesn't like talking about feelings too much. Still, she show them by spending time a lot of time with you, even if that means not doing anything especial together, and you are one of the few persons she let see her vulnerable side, that side that suffer for all what happen with her family

Yuzuru is really observant so she probably have think that you may have a crush in her too, but she just brush it off since she doesn't want to seem egocentric, also she isn't exactly planning in confess, she value you a lot and just being with you is enough for her right now

When you go to her wanting to talk she doesn't think much of it, maybe you just need help with something, but if she notice that you are nervous she will tease you a little (there is a chance that she ask you if you are going to confess teasingly)

And when you confess your feelings to her she get shocked not knowing how to react, she already had think of the posibility of you liking her but she didn't expect that you will actually confess to her. She doesn't know what to do or what to say, her mind is blank and the only thing there is you

The more words of love you say towards her the more flustered she get, she wants to stop you from saying such embarrasing and cheesy things, but she just can't

If you do it shyly, with a blush in your cheeks she can't help but think on how cute you are or how bad she wants take a picture of you to preserve this moment, and those thoughts just make her feel even more embarased. In the other hand if you do it with confidence it flattered her a lot, it intimidate her but at the same time give her a big sense of security

At the end she will shyly admit that she feels the same about you while looking away, she never liked talking about deeply feelings, but with you is okay

Although, If you do it with a love letter she still finds herself all flustered and excited, but now she has an advantage because she will take a little while to calm herself before answering you, and will tease you for it after confessing her feeling too

Also, it could be the case that you bring it up in one of those moments where you two are just chilling, telling her how you feel for her while resting together or helping her with the pictures, she didn't answer imediatly but what you say will get stucked in her head and after a while she will ask you if you were serious about your confesion, and after you confirm it she will confess her feelings for you too, in this case it happen like it isn't a big deal, but that doesn't mean that means less for her

Satou Matsuzaka

Satou had been with a lot of people, and this wasn't going to be first time someone confess to her, but, even so she never exactly felt love, neither from them or towards them

So when she start feeling this sweet sensation towards you she can't help but feel an overwhelming happines and a desire for more, that is why she is really clingy and affectionate towards you, she isn't discreet with her crush, anyone who see her for a few minutes can tell that she is more than enamorated with you

Although, she isn't going to force you to have a relationship with her, as much as she loves you she doesn't want to put at risk that sweet feeling and make it being replaced with negative feeling towards her

When you tell her that you wanted to talk to her she didn't think much of it, she just likes to spend time with you and never will back of an opportunity to be with you

When you start telling her about how you feel she freeze and just stare at you, with every word you say you fill her with an overwhelming happines and sweetness, her eyes start to shine with love, even if you don't say much she hold every word of love you express for her close to her heart

As much as she want just to run to your arms and melt into your hold, or kiss all your face expresing the undying love she have for you she wait until you end with your speech, wanting to hear every single word you have to say

If you do it shyly it would be more difficult for her to hold back her desire of embrace you and swear eternal love for you, but she will rant about how cute you are later. In the other hand if you do it with confidence then she will feel flattered, making her heart skip some beats

Rejection is not even an option, she never bother to hide her love for you, so in the very moment you finish your confesion she throw herself into your arms, just like she wanted since the very start

Although, If you decide to confess with a love letter she will still be so excited for it, she find it rather romantic and cute. If you let her somewhere where she could find it (like her locker or her table) she won't think much of it, a lot of people were interested on her but she just have eyes for you, still she decide to read it for not being rude, or maybe for curiosity, and in the moment she notice that is from you she start reading it paying a lot of attention, holding it close to her, letting herself be carry away by happines, and in the moment she end reading it she run to find you. But if you give it to her directly she start getting excited from even just seeing the letter (either way, she will keep that letter like is her most precious belonging)

Naoko Kirino

It doesn't take long for her to notice her feelings for you, and she has no problem with showing them, but it would be dificult for others to actually tell since she is already seen as someone weird

She is rather affectionate towards who she apreciate, but with her crush is more flirty and like tease them, in her own way

Also, she isn't exactly thinking on confess right away, she wants to be in a relationship with you yes, but she doesn't rush, she wants to enjoy every moment she have with you

When you approach to her saying that you want to talk with her she follow without much problem, but she ask you a lot of things, what do you want to talk? did you find something funny you want to share? o maybe you just want to skip classes?

She already had think about you reciprocating her feelings and that thought make her feel all excited and with butterflies in her stomach, and in this moment is what she is feeling, she is trying to act like always to cover her excitment, if you really are going to confess she doesn't want to ruin it

And in the moment you start telling her your confesion she gets even more excited, by the start she want nothing more to jump in joy but she is trying to hold back just to hear all you want to say to her

With every word you say her excitment just grows more, specially if you do it shyly and with a blush in your cheeks, she wants to pinch them and cover your face with kisses while she rant about your cuteness, and if you do it with confidence then she will want to tease you a little, calling you her golden armor knight

By the very moment you end with your confesion you have her all over you, taking your hands between hers and looking directly to your eyes, with that smile that never left her face, and a litte blush she tell you that she feel the same (you are really silly for thinking that she may don't like you back)

Naoko probably steal a kiss from you before explode with excitment and start jumping around while giggling

In case you do it with a love letter then she will still get excited about it, she probably never had recived one so of course she is excited, and will show it to you and Kazuya before reading it (Kazuya will probably tell her that she should read it in privite since is a letter with someone feelings), the letter alone make her excited but when she read your name on it that make her heart go faster she probably will search for you without even finishing to read it (she will finish after finding you though), and she will greet you with a big hug and a kiss in your lips

Kazuya Makino

It took a while for Kazuya to notice and acept his feelings for you, he can't help the desire of being with you all the time he can, he isn't exactly clingy but never turn down an opportunity to hang out with you

He is more introvert and a little shy, specially with his crush, and the thought of confessing his feelings make him nervous so he decided to just let it be (even when Naoko cheer for you two to become a couple) and the though of you reciprocating his feelings never crossed his mind

When you tell him that you wanted to talk to him he start getting nervous fearing that something bad may had happened, the most nervous or serious you seem them most nervous he gets, he just want to ask you right away what happen but he decided to just wait and follow you

But when you confess your feelings towards him he is shocked, he is having some troubles to process what did you just tell him since this was far away of what he was expecting, he may even ask you to repeat yourself

Don't take him wrong, he is really happy for this, he couldn't wish for something better is just that he never though you will feel the same for him. When he finally undestand it he gets all blushy and flustered, and his mind become a mess, playing over and over again your confession

If you did it shyly then he is thinking about that too, on how this may be difficult for you too, on how that is why you were so nervous and that he better say something soon. In the other hand if you did it with confidence or too serious he is even more flustered and even flattered

He is taking some time to be able to speak out, so if you take this as a rejection or bring up that if he need time to think about it that will make him kick himself mentally and sutter an answer, admiting shyly her own feelings for you, admiting that he had liked you for a while now, while his voice voice becomes lower and lower out of shyness

Although, in case you do it with a love letter it would be a little diferent. Just by receiving a love letter he gets flustered, he isn't too popular so didn't expect to recive one, he will be a little hesitant to read it, fearing that it may be a joke or thinking that he probably wont be able to reciprocate the feelings, but at the end decide to at least read it (mostly because Naoko say that if he wasn't going to read it she will)

He get really flattered by the letter, finding it rather cute and romantic but in the instant that he sees your name on it his heart almost stop for the surprise, he have to read it at least twice to believed it, and he gets so nervous and blushy, it would take long for him to pluck up the courage to talk to you about it if you don't do it first

Kae Serinuma

Kae won't even notice that she have a crush, it would pass some time before she notice it and even so it would be more easy for her friends to notice it (A-chan will be the one who make her notice it)

Still, the moment she find out her crush on you she start getting super shy and flushy around you, it took her a while for her to not blush whenever she interact with you

Also, she can't think on confessing her feelings, she just doesn't feel ready to do it, every time she even thing on it she became a blushing mess and hide her face with her hands

The moment that you approach to her saying that you wanted to talk with her she just agreed without thinking much on it, but that was at first because it take her minutes to relate it to some shoujos she had seen and realice that this may conduce to something romantic, that is when she start to get really nervous

And when you start to confess your feelings her heart start beating so fast, with every word you say increase her blush and nervous and your words replay in her head like a broken record, and when you end with your speech she start stuttering incomprehensible words (she also may scream a little out of surprise and nervousness)

If you feel it as a rejection or say that she doesn't have to answer right now she panic a little because she knows that she likes you too, and she will be really happy to be with you, but this is too much, she is used to not attract attention, and whenever she does she gets nervous, but she doesn't want you to feel bad for choosing to confess your feelings or thinking that she doesn't like you that way

So even if she still is a blushing mess she quickly take your hands and shyly answer your confesion, telling you that she feels the same but she was to nervous to said it out loud

Although, If you choose to do it with a love letter then in the moment she recive the love letter she will be mixed between excitment and anxious, she had seen this kind of situations in the anime and that is what make her excited, but this is real and she has to answer soon or later, so she will be really nervous and a little hesitant to read it

If she find it somewhere (like her locker or her table) she will inspected a little before read it, and when she sees your name in it her mind gets busy with a million of questions and thoughs of you, what? how? when? is for real? you are really confessing? is she just dreaming? She will take some time to calm down before try to answer you (and even so she does it shyly)

In the other hand, if you give it to her directly she already start getting an idea of what say the letter when you present it to her, still she take the time to read it (mainly to calm down her really fast heartbeat) and, after that, she will confess her own feelings for you (probably hidding her face with the letter)

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