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repulsiveliquidation · 4 months

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Aitana Bonmatí x Reader [BLURB! angst.]

hey y'all! first work of the year! thank you all for being patient with me, i haven't been active one bit but hope you enjoy this one!

also send in more long aitana fic ideas! i have some blurb ones and one fic i have in my WIPs but i'd love to write more!

It’s New Year’s Eve in Barcelona and the whole team is together at Ona and Lucy’s house for the countdown. You’ve begrudgingly attended, your secret new girlfriend was insistent that you come before dragging you out of your house the day of. You’ve always hated fireworks, an accident when you were a kid in England that hurt your little brother still traumatized you despite it being years ago. The loud noises and the screaming didn’t help; you much preferred to be at home with all the windows locked tight and not a single curtain opened to hide under the blankets until the colorful lights were over.

"come on everyone, the countdown is in 10 minutes!”

Aitana stands, reaching out for your hand to help you up. She smiles softly before her face changes into one of confusion.

“Aren’t you coming?” she asks, reaching down to take your hand. You cringe and smile awkwardly, shaking your head.

“No, you go ahead Tana. I want to sit in here.”

“Bebita, it’s the uh fireworks! It’s pretty no? You can’t miss it, bebé.”

She tries to pull you up and you follow her, she walks ahead with a big smile as she joins the rest of your teammates on the deck.

You’re already trembling, reaching for the wicker chair on the deck to sit on. Kiera is beside you, she also happens to be the only one who knows about you and Aitana. She sees that scared look on your face, immediately rubbing your back as you sit.

“You okay, kid?”

“Uh, yeah. Just tired, that’s all.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, kiddo.”

Suddenly, Lucy is yelling while looking at her watch.

“3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!”

The team erupts in cheers and they start to light all their fireworks. Lucy managed to find big and loud ones this year, along with many long ones that you could hold and have them shoot out. You yelp in surprise when the first one goes off, a big box of 30 rounds blowing up in the middle of the garden. Aitana, who was watching you the entire time, hoping for a New Year’s kiss, saw the fear in your eyes before anyone else did. Her hands immediately pressed against your ears and they pulled you into her stomach as she stood between your legs and kissed your head. She leaned down and whispered in Catalan, you didn’t understand a thing but her soothing voice calmed you immediately. Tears streamed down your face but you held onto her, she didn’t move an inch until the fireworks stopped and the girls had retreated inside.

“Amor?” she said as she knelt, hands moving away from your ears to hold your wet face.

“Sorry, it’s stupid,” you begin, pushing her hands away and wiping the tearstains off your face. She huffs, grabbing your face again. She looks deep into your eyes with tears. You begin to panic, cooing at her to not cry. She sits beside you and takes your hands in hers.

“It’s not stupid, amor. You were panicking.”

“I’m a grown fucking adult, I shouldn’t feel this way,” you say with gritted teeth, wiping away frustrated tears as you stand and try to walk away from her. She’s small but defiant, grabbing your arm to make you face her. she’s got an angry look on her face that immediately disappears when she meets your eyes.

“Talk to me, amor. What’s going on, sí? I’ve never seen you like this before,” she says, pulling your body close to her. you’re just a foot taller, she tucks her face into your neck and leaves soft kisses.

The team watches from the inside with deep concern for their teammates, when suddenly everyone's phones are blowing up. Lucy opens her phone from where she’s sitting on the counter with Ona between her legs and gasps in shock. Patri had posted a New Year Instagram story and there was a brief two-second pan towards you and Aitana where she pecked your lips to calm you as her palms pressed against your ears.

“Patri, you idiot!” Alexia yells, chewing her out. There was no point in deleting it, the whole world knew that you were together.

Back outside, you and Aitana had moved to the stairs leading up to the porch to sit and talk. She held your hand in her lap, softly rubbing the back and occasionally kissing it. you leaned into her, head resting on her shoulder as you told her about your fear of fireworks.

“My cousins were being rough and not careful. Their parents told them they couldn’t play with it on New Year till my father got home but they didn’t listen. They lit one and pointed it right at me when my little brother jumped in front of one and got second-degree burns because his sweater caught on fire.”

Aitana listens carefully, eyes widened in shock when she learns the reason behind your fear. She leans in and kisses you softly, taking your hand in hers tighter.

“I wish you told me, cariño. I would have stayed home with you.”

“But you love the fireworks, I thought I could handle it; not. I’m sorry you couldn’t watch them.”

“No bebita, you were more important. Thank you for trusting me.”

"Te amo Tana, gracias por estar ahí para mí".

"Yo también te amo, mi niña.”

You two walk back inside where Alexia still hasn’t finished chewing Patri out she’s almost red in the face.

“What’s going on?” Aitana asks, gently guiding you into the kitchen where everyone is.

“Have you checked your phones, both of you?” Ona asks Alexia, taking a break and being handed a glass of water by Lucy.

“No,” you both say, pulling out your phones to see what’s all the fuss about.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper, hand going over your mouth in shock. The two-second clip of you and Aitana kissing while you were having a meltdown is going viral, already trending on X.

“Patri!” Aitana starts, already marching towards the much taller Spaniard. You stop her, grabbing her forearm. She turns around with rage in her eyes, fiercely wanting to protect your privacy more than hers. She softens when she sees the affection in your eyes, letting herself be pulled back to you.

“I don’t want to hide anymore, mi amor.”

“But bebita,” she begins, you cup her cheek and lean in to kiss her before she can finish her sentence. The whole room erupts with cheers and laughter, María capturing another picture of you two. She airdrops it to you as soon as you pull away from Aitana, Alexia already giving Patri a big hug and apologizing for yelling at her.

Back home that night, you post the picture María took and make it official. The world goes crazy, but you and Aitana knew that only the two of you mattered.

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robocoplesb · 7 months

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Hey! Thanks for answering my question<3

I saw that you have smut posted but if you don't want to write that I can request something sfw.

I'm also taking requests so feel free to message me <3

Request;

Can I have a Nikki Sixx smut where reader is Nikki's soft spot and he's an asshole to everybody but her, so when she's being a brat at soundcheck for the Dr. Feelgood tour he just takes her back to his dressing room and gives her some softdom punishment? Like praising and thigh riding and stuffs?

Thankies!! ^^

I HATE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD BUT YOU, nikki sixx.

warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjob, kisses, jealous!nikki, longfic (?), you and nikki have a long term relationship, praise, degradation, punishment.

author's note: hey bae! apologies for the delay. this is probably the longest thing i've ever written, i hope you don't mind. i don't have that much experience writing smut so I'm sorry if it didn't turn out the way you wanted! also, really liked your blog:) good read, kisses<3

“— do you think...like...he's okay?” — tommy asked you, almost static as you two watched nikki argue with a random sound crew guy.

“— uhum.” — you muttered, with a carefree expression. you knew better than anyone how stressed nikki was lately. you were probably the only person who understood him, who understood how important that album was to him and how he was really trying. during the recording of the album, you waited for him at home late at night, just to listen to him and be able to help with what was possible.

even though vince, tommy and mick thought you didn't care much for his sudden humor outbursts, you were always keeping an eye on him. did you know that most of the time, he just started yelling at people on pure impulse, but still wanted to prevent something worse from happening.

and, well, the boys loved you like you were part of their “family”, from the moment they met you as nikki's new girlfriend, a few years ago, they knew you weren't like the others. you kept pace with nikki, but were still very responsible and decided, and that was exactly what he needed. the thing is: not even all that affection they had for you was able to make them not be confused by how nikki was with you compared to others. it was obvious to everyone that you were the love of his life, yet they still couldn't understand how he could be so sweet to you while being such an asshole to everyone else.

and that was exactly what tommy was thinking about when he didn't even notice the bassist approaching you two. but you notice, you took a deep breath and smiled as your eyes followed nikki's figure, relieved because he dropped the argument.

tommy winced, noticing the annoyed expression on nikki's face as he walked. before he could start thinking about the thousands of shit nikki would shout at him at that moment, he saw nikki's expression change instantly as he walked towards you.

“— hey, princess.” — he says to you as he passes by you two, not forgetting to leave a peck on your lips.

honestly, for the drummer, there was no logical explanation for what happened between you and your boyfriend. he starts to consider bringing the idea of always keeping you around to vince and mick, thinking it was the easiest way to deal with nikki.

tommy turned to where you were sitting next to him, wanting to tell you a joke about it, but you weren't there. he quickly scans the stadium and stage, trying to find you. he can see you running after nikki to the dressing room before the two of you disappear behind the curtains.

★

the boys were about 20 minutes waiting for nikki, they had agreed to meet in the stage in ten minutes, for soundcheck, but all they knew was that, according to tommy, you and him disappeared somewhere backstage to make out. mick, visibly irritated, prepared to grab his guitar and head back to the dressing room when the bassist finally appeared. he seemed calmer, it was evident for the stupid smile on his face and (your) red lipstick stains on his neck. the guitarist wants to punch him for how calm he looks even though he knows he is 20 minutes late.

by the time he arrives at his position on stage, you sit in another corner of the stage, a little away from the musicians.

"— so, are we starting this shit or what?"

they went through five songs before the first break (which happened because vince said he wanted to go over some more lyrics again). nikki slung the bass over her shoulder and looked at where you were a few minutes ago, recording the soundcheck. he remembers seeing you there at the beginning of the last song, but now, you weren't there anymore.

he looked back and saw tommy walking to the dressing room. he shouted, getting the drummer's attention.

“— tommy, have you seen yn around here?"

“— nah, man. she must have gone to get some water or something” — he said quickly and went back on his way.

nikki imagined the same and didn't care too much at first, walking to his own dressing room. at least, he didn't care too much until he saw where you were. or better, who you were with. when he looked at the door, a plate with his name carved behind you and a very familiar man. evan-fucking-decker. he stood there, watching, trying to figure out the possibility of evan decker showing up backstage at a mötley crue concert and meeting you.

so, evan was like a roadie for the band for a few years, a long time ago. things kind of ended with him when he and nikki had an little intense argument. years later, at a festival, they met again, but this time you and nikki were already together. your boyfriend was at least surprised when you and the blonde recognized each other. when you were alone again, you told him you met evan as teenager, at summer camp, and that you stopped talking after he confessed liking you.

normally, nikki didn't give a shit about things from the past, like relationships and stuff like that. however, nikki remembered one time talking to evan late at night, drinking and talking about their lives. he remembered evan telling about a girl he fell in love with when he was younger. he remembered the whole story, actually, including the part where he said he hoped to meet her again someday, maybe get a second chance. maybe that memory made him think he noticed something different in evan's look at you. after that day, you met a few more times, always at music-related events, but nikki always looked sulky when he saw that man's face. until today, you didn't knew why.

“— sixx! it's been so long!” — fuck. did he really have to talk to that guy?

nikki fakes his best smile as he walks up to you both, putting an arm around your waist and leaves a kiss on your cheek.

“— hey, evan, didn't know you would be here today!” — he said, trying to sound as friendly as possible as his hand lightly squeezed you waist.

“— ah, my friend is helping with the production. decided to stop by to visit an old friend.” — evan looked at you as he spoke, blushing a little.

you laughed as nikki tried very hard not to open that dressing room door and lock himself in there with you until he left. the feel of your head resting on his shoulder may have been what calmed him down.

“— so, hm..you are...like..” — he said, looking a little nervous when he noticed how close you and nikki were.

“— yes! for three years. you didn't knew?"

nikki thanks you for answering before him. for him, it was amazing the way evan's expression changed from excitement to disappointment. he wanted to laugh, looking like a bully kid at school.

“— no..hm, i heard something about it but i didn't believe.” — he said, kinda awkwardly .

“— why not?” — you asked, laughing, like it was a joke.

“— ah, you know...” — he chuckles — “— you are kind of opposite spirits.”

you got confused. in fact, one of the reasons you were attracted to nikki since the first time you saw him, it was how you felt he was the first person who shared the same thoughts as you. how you felt understood.

before thinking of an answer, you turned to your boyfriend, noticing how silent he was. something nikki didn't know about you is that you could read his thoughts just by hearing his voice on the phone. you always knew how he was feeling, and although there were few times he got jealous of you, did you notice his grip on your waist, almost possessive, and the look at evan, almost murderous.

you thought it was funny, and it was a good opportunity to get rid of the boredom you was feeling all morning. you quickly say goodbye to evan, pushing nikki into the dressing room.

“— finally.” — he says, taking a deep breath and sitting down on the couch. “— i can't stand that guy.”

you laughed as you closed the door. you went to the couch too, sitting on nikki's lap.

“— i can't believe you're jealous of a guy i haven't seen in almost three years.” — you said in a mocking tone as you settled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“— apparently, three years wasn't enough for him to forget you.” — he rolled his eyes, trying hard not to give in to your touch.

“— why are you so affected by this?” — you asked as looked into his eyes. “— i didn't even remember his name. i'm not his friend since i was 15. i thought you were more confident..” — you smiled, teasing him.

“— and i thought you were smarter.” — he said seriously, making you start to get annoyed at his childish behavior. “— honestly, he fucking asked if we are dating, when he knows we are, because you said it when he met us at that festival. he was literally waiting for you to say no so he could take you to the nearest bathroom and-”

“— fine! fuck it, i understood!” — you interrupted him, putting your hand over his mouth for him to stop talking — “— fucking gross, sixx.." — you said a little disgusted, wondering how he was going to finish that sentence.

he gently grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from his face. “— well, that's exactly what he wants, whether you like it or not. and, you know, i'm generally not a big fan of guys who want to try their luck with my girlfriend.”

you smile and hold back your laughter "— i'm not going to argue with you because you look really cute when you get all possessive." — you get closer, leaving a few kisses on his face.

and nikki tries to maintain that tough pose, but when he feels you so close, after 20 minutes away, and knowing that now he will have to spend at least an hour without touching you, it seems like pride just disappears. nikki has always been like this with you, but only with you. it was physically impossible for him not to treat you like a goddess 100% of the time. and he saw you like that, as a point of light and comfort in his mind, he absolutely adored you.

you giggle against his skin as you feel his fingertips caress your hips. you pull away and stare at him for a moment. god, nikki was the most beautiful man in the world, you were sure of that.

his redemption to your charms is sealed by the gentle kiss he leaves on your lips. he feels like he melts with the artificial strawberry taste on your lips, pulling you closer until it's impossible to deepen that kiss any further. but it was still gentle, the way he held you by your waist, or how he smiled when he felt you moan softly against his lips, it was gentle.

you wish it had lasted longer. in fact, if you had known that the conversation with evan would take up so much of the time that you and nikki could have been making out on the couch, you would've said goodbye before. but you only realized when mick's angry voice sounded through the dressing room.

“— seriously, sixx, feel free to get into yn's pants AFTER the show ends, preferably”

you realize that nikki is ready to shout some childishness at mick, but thinks it's not worth it. you two would have more time after soundcheck, right?

before he says anything, you grab his face and kiss him again. less time consuming, sweet enough to make him forget whatever he was going to yell at mick.

you get off his lap and he kisses you one last time before going back to the stage. a simple goodbye that can't hide how much you both wanted to not care about any of that and can simply extend that moment.

★

"— who's that?” — nikki heard tommy ask, but didn't even bother to answer.

actually, tommy didn't care, but he was a little worried about nikki. he saw the bass player standing still for the last 10 minutes after the sound check was over. he thought nikki was going to run into his arms, but he was just staring at you talking to some random guy from afar.

“— ...nikki?” — tommy put his hand on nikki's shoulder, surprised when he felt the bassist walk away abruptly in your direction. confused, he just turned around to sort out his own things.

so, contextualizing, maybe you felt a little bored after a long 20 minutes of lying on the couch and listening to the band practice. I mean, not that it was boring. you loved life on the road, and loved accompanying the boys on tour, but you just didn't do much more than watch the boys all day before going back to the hotel.

it started as a silly joke, you thought nikki didn't even notice. you told evan that you were sorry for saying goodbye so hastily, he just laughed and said he understood. you said a few things to see if he would continue the topic, which he did without hesitation. so, you weren't sure how long you had been here, briefly listening to everything evan was saying, nodding your head to pretend you were paying complete attention as you let yourself catch your eye on nikki on stage from time to time.

you caught him staring a few times, which was the only reason you stayed where you were. you thought it was funny that nikki thought nvan liked you, because besides thinking it was stupid, all you could think about was how impossible it was. he was a nice guy, but wasn't even close to being your type.

In fact, you weren't so sure you thought he was that nice when you felt something akin to relief at being pulled away from him. the weak grip of nikki's hand on your arm, pulling you back to the dressing room, makes you laugh as you look at your boyfriend's serious expression.

“— baby, what's that?” — you say, laughing softly, knowing that nikki's temper wouldn't last long.

and he doesn't answer you, just opening the door and slipping into the room with you again.

"— no, sincerely, what the fuck was that?" - he lets go of your arm, sitting on the couch while rubbing his temples.

"— it was your girlfriend talking with someone, stupid” — You said, testing his patience. you weren't trying to be mean to nikki, you were just interested in the consequences that would bring you.

“— oh no, don't act innocent. you weren't even paying attention to what he was saying!"

“— how do you know? you weren't there!” — you say, holding back a laugh.

ge leans back on the couch, looking at you. “— because not even when you try can you take your attention away from me, right?"

you smile and cross your arms, walking towards him. you slowly sit on his lap, searching for any trace of calm on nikki's face. the depth in his greenish irises is what makes you want to go all the way. you feel his hand go up from your knee to your thigh, you place your hand on top of his, caressing the tips reddened from the bass.

“— you are terrible at teasing” — you both laugh as you adjust yourself on his lap, facing him.

“— really? it's not how you reacted...” — you smiled mischievously as you felt his hands running around your waist.

you know you have what you wanted when you feel the hunger of his lips against yours. the desperate way he squeezes your waist, pulling you closer, wanting more. you moan against his lips during this, feeling the pressure of his leg against your intimacy as he guides your body closer to his.

you immediately feel like you should have held in that fucking moan, because the next one is even louder, when nikki purposely presses her thigh against your clothed pussy again. despite the layers of your clothes, the warm feeling that spreads through your body is not light and it makes you want to cry knowing that he would still tease you for a while longer.

"— that's what you were thinking this whole time, baby? all needy...” — he laughs. you try your best to focus on what he was saying, but you just can't. you feel your body needy, fighting for more contact with nikki's, at a point where it's all you can think about.

you run your fingers along the zipper of his pants, trying to undo it, but is interrupted by nikki's hand patting yours, scolding you.

“— uh-huh...not yet” — the smile he gives you says enough, he wants to see how far you'll go for this. honestly, you could kneel down and beg at that point, but along with the excitement, your ego stayed with you at that moment. "— i won't touch you yet, pretty thing. i want to see how you will relieve yourself now.”

"— nikki-” — you pant, not sure if you can handle his teasing right now.

“— what, honey? did you think i was going to give you everything so easily?” — he took your hand from his crotch, bringing it to his lips and leaving a chaste kiss. “— you will show me that you deserve it first. actually, we both know you don't, hm? but I'll give you what you want anyway, I'll just make you beg a little”

and that's exactly what he does, in that way that he knows turns you on. the cynical look and that provocative smile that never leaves his face as he follows your every move.

he has fun with it all. you let out a whimper of dissatisfaction as you grip his shoulders, revolted by the idea of having to reach your own climax even when your fucking boyfriend was beneath you.

you started with quick movements, using all the strength your sensitive body had at that moment to continue the movements up and down nikki's thigh.

you're sure that with every inch your sex travels against his leg, you get more wet. you try to hold back your moans, wanting to show some control in the situation, but it is impossible. you feel small at nikki's look, frustrated with how he was managing to control himself.

he controls himself well, biting his lip while an arm is around your waist, he looks serene despite the fact that he's holding himself back from ruining you on that couch.

and it was hard to control himself while you looked such a beautiful mess on him. the messy hair, the lip gloss smudged on the corner of the mouth, the shirt strap falling off your shoulder (which made him groan softly when he realized you weren't wearing anything under your shirt)

he could feel the tightness in his own pants as you moved more intensely, listening to the pornographic noises you made. he was sure he could hear it outside the dressing room, he just didn't really care. it wasn't like you could just let yourself care about it now, too busy pleasing yourself.

you pressed your face against nikki's neck, slightly muffling your moans, not like it helped. your whimpers turned into long moans, full of need. nikki understood why your moans became even louder against his skin, noticing how you are trying even harder to move.

“— what, princess? got tired of rubbing yourself like a little whore on me?" — he said mocking.

panting, you hold onto him tightly when you stop moving, feeling your pussy dripping with excitement. he leaves a slap on your ass before grabbing it, his big hands not being gentle at all as he brings his lips closer to your ear.

“— that's what you are, right, baby? my desperate little whore..."

you nod your head. “— i am.” — you whisper. It's funny to see how you struggle to hold onto his words, all to show yourself as his possession.

that's how he made you feel. his. his girl. his whore. all his. and this feeling you gave him, the feeling of possession, of having you, it was the purest confirmation that he was yours just the same.

"— you are, huh?” — he laughs. nikki's hand goes behind your neck, making you look at him. his gaze is deep as he brings his thumb to your lips, slightly parting them to stick a finger in your mouth.

you moan as you run your tongue against his finger. he trails kisses from your chest to your neck. then from your neck to your cheek, stopping at your earlobe.

“— get on your knees for me, princess.”

he takes his finger out of your mouth, lightly patting your cheek before leaning in to kiss you again. he kisses you hungrily, deeply, you reciprocate with the same intensity.

when his lips leave yours, you both know what's going to happen. he leans back on the couch as he watches you get off his lap and kneel between his legs. he smiles at the sight, stroking your hair as you look at him.

"— such a beautiful little thing..."

you don't want him to notice that you blushed at his comment, quickly turning her face and looking at his pants, undoing the zipper. his cock was visibly marked by his already tight leather pants. you hurry to take off his boxers.

you push the tip to your lips, giving kitten-licks while stroking the rest of his length. the moan that nikki lets out sounds relieved. he closes his eyes at the warm feeling of your tongue touching his member.

it doesn't take long for you to take all of him in your mouth. your hands rest on his thighs as you hum against his dick, feeling the tip going deeper, your tongue running from the tip to his balls. you were trying to take it slow, not choke, but your boyfriend didn't contribute much.

despite the loud moans, he wanted more. you were caught off guard when he grabbed your hair to press your face against his crotch, making you gag. you close your eyes and let out a soft moan that is muffled by his cock, trying your best to take deep breaths through your nose, the tip hits deep in your throat. You open your eyes when he softens his grip on your hair, pulling you back before rubbing the dick against your lips.

you moan and lick everything he puts within reach of your tongue. he lets you take a deep breath before pushing his cock into your mouth again, again and again.

“— fuck, that's a good girl. such a good girl for me, princess. taking me so good..."

you hear him moan as he fucks your mouth. you roll your eyes in pleasure at the sensation, feeling a little saliva drip from your mouth to your chest.

“— i'm going to cum so hard in that little mouth.” — he says, feeling the orgasm getting closer and closer. "— my fucking little slut, waiting for me to put you on your place.”

and you like being treated like that, you both know. going from a princess to a whore, making you feel even wetter every time he degrades or praises you.

all that hits you is nikki's loud, hoarse moan as you feel something hot running down your throat. he finally lets go of your hair as you feel his taste invade your senses. it's something fine between sweet and savory, but you couldn't say you don't think it's delicious.

“— so good, princess, so fucking good..." — he says breathlessly. you feel a hand caress your cheek before patting nikki's thigh, inviting you to sit there again.

you gather some strength in your body before practically throwing yourself on nikki's lap. he laughs and hugs your waist before pulling you closer, kissing you again.

he kisses you gently, making you whimper against his mouth every time he makes a move to deepen. the kiss is long, it allows nikki to feel his own taste in your mouth. when he pulls away, you lay your head on his chest.

the tip of your nose rubs against his neck, smelling a soft scent of men's cologne that comforts you and turns you on even more.

“— love you so much, my baby” — he says docilely as his fingertips run from your thighs to your crotch. “— did so good for me”

nikki's simple validation can make you groan, pleased with yourself for taking away his bad mood. “— love you more.." — you say as you lift your head to look at him, your noses touching.

your next kiss is still slow, but not like the other. it's wet, almost sloppy and you both can feel that sexual tension burning through your skin. you moan against his lips when you feel the tip of his finger passing between your legs, caressing your pussy through the fabrics.

“— needing some attention, right, princess?”

he feels your head bump against his shoulder as his hand runs down your pants. fuck, you're going to make a huge mess before this show even starts.

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sku11s1asher · 2 months

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hi! i loved what you wrote for my request 😭 it was so cute, i didn't really specify it bc i forgot but yeah u did it amazing <33

and yeah u can totally make a part 2! actually i was thinking about it bc i can imagine a meeting between furina and the natlan archon while neuvi and reader are just giving glances to eachother 😭 reader looking like a total meanace but in his mind like "damn he's handsome" almost burning his cheeks and the seat lmao

neuvillette x m! reader (part 1)

note: ngl i feel like i do good at posting then smth with school pops up and i don’t post for like a month.. sorry y’all. also please tell me im not the only one who’s been on and off sick for the past month, rn i have a runny nose and a sore throat AGAIN. i just got over that like, barely 2 weeks ago.

tw: y/n is a bit of a weirdo with his thoughts since he doesn’t understand anything w/ love, internal homophobia (not really but kinda?), y/n is all over the place

After centuries of fighting, killing, and not showing emotions to anyone, all that can end because of a guy with beautiful long hair. The more y/n thinks about it, the more embarrassed he gets. He’s known for being a fearless and intimidating warrior, just for that whole facade to disappear just over a man out of all things.

This whole scenario came into place because his nation archon just had to have a meeting with Fontaine's archon, Furina, at least y/n thinks that’s her name. The meeting consisted of figuring out how to make the justice system within Natlan better and a way to make transportation easier between the two nations. y/n didn’t pay attention to the little details, he was only there to ‘protect’ his archon and make sure things went smoothly.

However, he didn’t realize that the other archon would be bringing a guest with her until a day before the meeting. It did tick y/n off a little bit that he would get notified so late but does it really matter? All y/n is doing is protecting and making sure everything doesn’t go south.

Well, it did go a bit south, as soon as Furina's guest arrived, y/n's mouth went dry. That man did things to him that he didn’t even know could happen. Maybe it was the long hair on the other man that made y/n feel warm inside, it definitely couldn’t have been the slight scent he had. No, definitely not.

Okay, y/n takes that back, he feels like he’s getting intoxicated by the proximity of the other male. It wasn’t hard to figure out that the guest, was a dragon, all it took was a quick look and a secret deep breath to figure it out. He had it figured out, his body wasn’t used to being by another dragon, and he hadn’t seen one in what, centuries? This feeling would go away in maybe 20 minutes, hopefully.

20 minutes later and y/n feels like he’s going to light the whole place on fire. His whole body feels like it’s melting, and to no one’s surprise, it’s all due to the long-haired man in front of him. The stranger might genuinely be the hottest person y/n has ever seen in his entire life. That long hair makes y/n want to run his fingers through it, maybe brush it, but that might be a bit too much to think about.

Once y/n saw the man look at him, he quickly looked away, how embarrassing.. he got caught staring hardcore. He took a deep breath before listening back into the conversation, “Ah, yes, I suppose it would do both nations good to do something like that. Maybe combining a bit of power.” the lovey talk of archons, always talking about power; like it’s the only thing that matters to them.

Power is important though, y/n is in the position he’s in right now because of how powerful he is. In complete honesty, he’s probably too powerful for his own good, only knowing how to use it to protect his nation from people deemed as enemies; even if they aren’t in the public eye. Power rules everything at the end of the day, nothing can function without power.

The more he listens into the conversation, the more he realizes he was glad he was never born as an archon; he’s been around one most of his life and it’s always been boring. Listening in did provide small details though, like the mysterious man’s name.

While y/n was somewhat able to keep his focus off of the other dragon in the room, he managed to not burn anything. But, he had a feeling his archon caught on as they gave him a questionable look; it was a very subtle one that only he could catch onto but it was obvious they knew something. Nothing is going on though, right? The man can’t help it if he gets a bit flustered whenever he remembers Neuvillette is near him.

Gosh, y/n probably looks like a blushed teenager who just confessed to his crush. Well, he at least thought he did. To everyone else though, he looked like he was on guard and was going to fight anyone who even took a step too close to his and the Natlan archon's bubble. y/ns hand accidentally gazed at the chair near him, which caused the leather to burn where his touch was. Good thing no one was looking, right?

y/n couldn’t wait any longer for this meeting to be over, his brain was thinking too many things while he was focusing on every single move everyone else did. It would be overwhelming for anyone who wasn’t trained and as skilled as he was, but that tiny overwhelming feeling didn’t compare to how fast his heart was beating. y/n hoped the other male couldn’t pick up how he was feeling, thankfully Fontaine's archon seemed to be happy with the deal she and the other archon came up with.

In Neuvillette's mind, he could tell that the fire dragon was on edge. He could also tell how much the dragon was staring at him, it was a little nerve-racking. Once Neuvillette caught a glance at the chair that was touched, it made him a bit surprised but he didn’t show it. Maybe he would talk to the other male after the meeting, for work-related things of course!

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inarizqkis · 1 year

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pillow talk ㅡ l.k.

summary! in which leon wakes up to find you gone.

warnings! angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, leon had a nightmare, u have insomnia (ME), comfort, slight derealization, ooc leon

notes! THIS ISNT AS ANGSTY AS THE SUMMARY SAYS I PROMISE,, u guys should listen to hojean hes so cool and funny his music is so fire too ‼️‼️ also leon is my bbg 😍

edit: i tagged this wrong mb guys 😭 i was half asleep when i posted it LMAO

fem aligned/identifying dni

reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)

leon looked for you everywhere. he felt like he was running in circles with how tired he was, but finally he found you. before he could get to you, the floor gave out, and you fell. before you could fall, leon grabbed your hand, trying desparately to pull you up, but you were slipping. he couldn't hear anything, not even his own words. it was dead silent, and it freaked him out.

'leon, it's okay.' he saw you mouth, and let go of his hand. shaking his hand, he grabbed your wrist tighter, and as fit as he was physically, it was like his arms were made of jelly. he was unable to lift you back up, and watched as you fell down, sobbing.

leon shot up in a cold sweat, panting heavily, tears gathering in his eyes before he wiped them away. he looked around the dim bedroom, only your light had been turned on, and he looked for you around the room. not seeing you in bed, he got up, his heart beating fast.

"babe..? where are you?" leon called out, searching the whole house for you, nearly in hysterics, looking on the balcony before you had stopped him, putting your hands on his shoulders gently.

"leon? what's going on, is everything alright?" you had asked worriedly, and leon sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you, burying his head into your shoulder. you furrowed your brows, concerned, returning the hug gently.

"i.. i thought you-" leon sniffled, trying not to cry, eyes slightly watering. it was rare for him to be like this, so you just let him let it out, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"shh, shh, it's okay, just calm down, leon." you murmured, and he squeezed you tighter, afraid you would disappear, taking deep breaths.

"you.. i had this dream, and then when i woke up, you were gone.. i thought it.." leon explained, calming down slowly as he pulled away to look at you, eyes flitting over you; unable to focus on one thing, he was just making sure you were okay. his thick eyelashes were clumped together with tears and he was still unsure if this was real, flashes of his dream appearing in intervals.

"no baby, i'm right here. always." you reassured, combing through his hair gently, looking into his eyes. you took his calloused hand into yours, pressing your palms flat together.

"see? look, leon. remember what we practiced?" you said, and leon nodded, his breathing slowing down and his fingers gently intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand gently, wanting to be sure for himself you weren't just a figment of his imagination.

"thank you.." leon replied, now calmer, not as panicked as he was a few minutes ago. you smiled, kissing his hand gently, and led him back to the bedroom, while he followed you like a puppy.

"are you okay?" you asked softly, rolling to the side and turning off the dim light. he nodded, laying on your chest, still holding your hand.

"yeah.. i think so." leon mumbled, so quietly you had to strain to hear it. you kissed his head gently, your thumb rubbing his hand gently.

the two of you layed there until the sun rose, and you continued to lay there when leon fell asleep once more, combing your fingers through his blonde hair.

#Spotify #x male reader #m!reader #oneshot #male reader #inarizqkis #reqs open #resident evil #resident evil x male reader #leon kennedy x male reader #re4 leon #re4 remake

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sweetcarolina-24 · 6 months

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Training*

Kinktober Day 17: Hate Sex

Batboys x Reader

kinktober masterlist:

a/n: i accidentally posted this unfinished and deleted it so quickly I forgot to save it. i have to redo everything now. i'm watching haunting of bly manor, drinking wine and cider, and catching up on kinktober

cw: foursome lol

you're a priestess who is training with the batboys. you don't like them. it's kind of rushed lol sorry i have a lot of catching up to do.

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Your fist hit the punching bag again and again as you got your frustration out.

Everyone always said that Cassian was so kind. But that hadn't been your experience.

Honestly that wasn't your experience with any of them. They pissed you off constantly.

They also overworked you. They pushed you harder than the other girls when training. It wasn't fair.

You landed a punch hard enough to break through the punching bag. Sand came pouring onto the ground. You groaned, stepping back.

"What did you do?" Cassian asked, mocking amusement in his voice. You just glared.

Rhysand stopped sparring with Azriel to come over to the mess. He waved his hand and made it disappear.

"So much anger in that little body," Azriel mocked.

You pushed past Cassian and began storming out of the room. Rhysand stepped in front of you with a smirk.

"Now where do you think you're going?" he teased.

"Away from you," you spat at him.

"You have ten minutes left of training," he retorted with a tsk.

"The other females went home an hour ago," you nearly growled.

"You missed training yesterday," Cassian spoke up from behind you. You whirled on him, narrowing your eyes.

"The other girls never have to stay longer when they miss training," you accused.

"We push you because you have so much unlocked potential," he explained to you.

"It's not your place to push me," you replied.

"Oh, but it is," Azriel said with a devilish smirk that made your face go red.

"I'm going back to my room," you decided.

"What did I tell you?" Rhys tsked, clutching your shoulder. "Not yet."

Then, his lips were on your own. You squealed, trying to pull away. He held you in place, his tongue slipping into your mouth. As his fingers dug into your shoulders, you realized you didn't mind it.

You kissed back, letting out a moan as you felt Cassian's hand grip your hair, tugging your lips away from Rhys.

Cassian's lips captured yours, his hand tight in your hair. You kissed him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Azriel's scarred hand held the back of your neck while you kissed his friend.

When you pulled away, you saw Rhys tugging his training leathers off. Cassian and Azriel already trained shirtless.

You felt Azriel unbuttoning the back of your leathers. You didn't protest as he pulled them off of you.

You let him strip you bare.

Despite how much you despised them, you couldn't deny the arousal that sparked between your legs when you saw them.

The other two began stripping themselves down until their cocks were free. You knew your arousal was obvious when you saw the size of them.

Cassian got onto the ground, pulling you down with him. You squealed as he sat you down on his cock. You moaned at the intrusion.

You sat in Cassian's lap, bouncing on his cock as Azriel approached, hitting your cheek with his. You opened your mouth and let him slide it in. You hallowed your cheeks out and swirled your tongue around it.

Rhys took your hand in his and led it up to his cock. You closed your hand around it and moved it up and down until he was groaning and throwing his head back.

You worked all three of them, relishing in their moans. The fact that you could make the males you hated turn to putty in your hands only turned you on more.

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vanfleeter · 6 months

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Letting Her Go // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!reader Warnings: As always, 18+ so minors, please DNI! Angst. Heart break. Drinking. Swearing. Smut. Kissing. Sex. Penetrative sex (p in v). Unprotected sex.

Summary: Jake makes the mistake of letting you go. You come back to collect your things and having the closure you both don't want but need to do.

Hearing the front door open and close, you perk up on the couch and see Jake fly past the threshold of the living room and to the kitchen where you hear him rummaging through the fridge. Pushing off the couch, you go into the kitchen to find him filling a cooler with beer and ice.

“You’re going back out?” You ask as you lean against the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Uh.. Yeah..” He bustles around the area as he gathers more cold items and puts them inside the cooler. “Josh is inviting people over for a bonfire, super small.”

“Oh, okay. Should I-”

“I’m sorry babe, it’s only for work.” He says as he approaches you and kisses your cheek.

“Oh..”

“I promise I won’t be out late,” He says as he goes back to the cooler and pulls it off the counter. “I love you.” He gives you another kiss before disappearing out of the kitchen.

“I love you…” The door shuts as you speak and your shoulders slump. “..too..”

Huffing and looking around the kitchen, you go over to the stove and turn off the burner and move the pan to the side. You pull the lid from the pan, allowing the steam to flow up into the air. You cooked one of his favorites, one you texted him about and he responded with his excitement. Seems like you’ve been placed on the back burner… Again.

–

It had been a few hours since Jake had left for the bonfire. You had cleaned a little, showered, and now relaxing in the living room with a movie playing in the background. It wasn’t until you were scrolling through instagram when you saw Sam’s partner post a video on her story. You sit at the sight of Josh’s backyard. She was filming a video of everyone gathered around the fire pit. She’s there? But Jake said it was only for work. So why was she there?

It only got worse when you saw Danny’s and Josh’s partners gathered around the fire.

You begin to wonder why he lied to you? And also what bullshit lie he told his brothers when you didn’t come with him?

Locking your phone, you toss it to the other side of the couch before leaning forward on your knees.

Thoughts raced through your head, anger and hurt surged through your veins. You didn’t realize you had been sitting there for as long as you have until you heard the front door open. You didn’t want him to see you like this, so you quickly made your way to the bathroom and shut the door.

A knock comes on the door a few minutes later. “Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m heading to bed, are you coming up?”

“Uh yeah.. Just uh.. Give me a few minutes.”

“Okay..”

You listen to his footsteps as he makes his way towards the stairs and climbs them to the second floor. Coming out of the bathroom, composed and calm, you make your way upstairs to the bedroom. He’s already in the bed by the time you get up there. Light snores fill the silence.

Grabbing your phone again, you open a new thread with Josh.

‘Are you awake?’

Josh: Hey! Yeah, I’m still awake. Too much energy. We missed you tonight at the bonfire! Are you feeling better?

So he told them I was sick?

‘Oh uh, yeah yeah I’m feeling better.. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it..’

I wasn’t allowed to come.

Josh: Oh no! Don’t worry about it! Will I see you this weekend?

This weekend? What’s this weekend?

‘I’m not sure, actually. I made plans with my sister.’

Josh: Oh bummer! I thought Jake told you a couple weeks ago, he said he would! But hey not a big deal! We’ll have to plan for something soon to get together, I miss hanging out with you!

‘Of course! Goodnight Josh.’

Josh: Goodnight!

Putting your phone down, you glance over at Jake. Why is he keeping you from everything? Not including you anymore? What happened? Did you do something that you aren’t aware of? Does he not love you anymore or want to be with you? Oh god.. What if this is his way of trying to break up with you without actually having to do it? Maybe if he keeps freezing you out then you’ll leave?

The anxiety rittles your body and you find yourself not able to sleep.

You had woken up the next morning before Jake so you took the opportunity to ask your sister to meet you for breakfast. Coming home though afterwards, you find Jake in the kitchen and drinking coffee. He glances up at you and lowers the mug to the counter.

“I woke up and you were gone,” He says as you hang your keys on the hook. “Where were you?”

“Went out to breakfast with my sister,” You say. “I brought you this back though.” You were nice enough to grab him his favorite bagel and a muffin, both of which were still warm when you got back to the house.

“I already ate..” He mumbles.

“Oh… Okay..”

He stands from the island stool and cleans out his mug before placing it in the dishwasher. “I’ll be gone this weekend,” He says. “Still hanging out with your sister?”

“Yeah uh, about that. I was hoping maybe I could come with you?”

“Babe, it’s just us guys..” He says as he turns to face you.

“Oh.. Well, the only reason why I asked was because Josh thought I’d be coming too..”

“You talked to Josh?” You nod your head. “When did you talk to Josh?”

“Last night.” You say as you fold your arms over your chest. “Which is interesting, because he also told me that they missed me last night because I was sick.. Care to explain?”

Jake lowers his head and fidgets with the hem of his shirt. “I didn’t know they were bringing their partners,” He says. “If I had known, I would have brought you with me.. So instead of seeming like an asshole for not bringing you along, I told them you were sick..”

“You could have called..” You mumble. “I would’ve come over.. And this weekend? Is it really just the guys?” You ask. “Or do you just not want me to go?”

“Babe..” He sighs.

“Don’t babe me, Jake,” You say. “And don’t lie to me either. What the fuck is going on? I’ve been so confused and hurt for the last few months because it always seemed like I wasn’t invited to things anymore but in reality you just don’t want me there.”

Your eyes begin to fill with tears and you shake your head.

“If this is your way of trying to get rid of me–it’s fucking cruel, Jake.. Just fucking tell me if you don’t want me to be with me anymore. Tell me you don’t love me so I can just leave. Fuck.. I’m tired of being left out of things, I’m tired of sitting at home wondering what the fuck I did to be treated like this.”

A tear slips down your cheek and you quickly wipe away. He hadn’t spoken a word. He just stands there twisting his shirt.

“Fucking say something!” You shout, slamming your hand on the counter top.

He lifts his head, revealing tears in his eyes. Your shoulders drop and you step back from the island.

“It’s not been easy..” He says. “I love you, I really fucking do–but..”

“But what?”

“I think we need some time..”

“Some.. Some time?” You say. “What did I do?”

He violently shakes his head. “You didn’t do anything, I just.. I just need some time to figure out what it is that I want.”

“And I’m not what you want, am I?”

“I’m sorry..”

You straighten up and turn on your heels without another word and calmly make your way up the stairs to the bedroom. Grabbing a bag, you begin to fill it with some of your things. Feeling him in the room, you pause and glance over your shoulder.

“You don’t have to leave..” He says.

You toss a shirt into the bag and zip it up before going into the bathroom and grabbing your toothbrush and essentials. You come back out to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head buried in his hands.

Grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, you pull out your keys and take the house off of the metal ring and hold it out to him. He looks up at you, his eyes growing red and his chin quivering.

“Don’t do that, Jake..” You shove the key into his hand. “Don’t sit there and cry. This is on you.” Turning on your heel, you start for the door before stopping and turning back to face him. “You can change this, you know.. But I am warning you. Once I step out the front door, I'm not coming back.”

When he doesn’t say anything or give you any kind of acknowledgment, you nod your head and turn to leave. Your hand rests on the door handle of the front door, hesitant to even want to leave. But he’s made it clear to you, with little to no words.

Yanking the door open, you step outside and take one last look in hopes that he’d be coming down the stairs after you. But he isn’t. There’s only silence. Pulling the door closed, you make it to your car before the tears finally hit and roll down your cheeks like a waterfall. It wasn’t until you were driving away did you see him appear outside.

He stood on the front porch, his hands at his sides balled into fists. Part of you wanted to turn the car around and go back but the other part of you, the dominant part, kept your foot on the gas pedal moving your car further and further away until he was no longer in your line of sight.

–Two Months Later-

Jake

He drops an empty bottle of beer into the trash can before retrieving another one from the fridge. There wasn’t a day he had ever left the house. Not since the day you left. The day he let you walk away without a fight.

He knew he made a mistake. The moment he heard your car start up, he knew.

Most people go through a midlife crisis when they’re older. Significantly older than he is now. You could’ve worked things out. He could’ve made that decision but he’s the undecisive one. And making a decision so drastic that affects his whole life and his future, he can’t do it. He shuts down, he removes himself from the situation. Or in this case, his relationship.

He hasn’t heard from you, nor did he ever expect to. You don’t answer his phone calls or even respond to texts. It wasn’t until one day that he got a response to one of his text messages but it wasn’t you. It was someone else, explaining to him that he had the wrong number.

Wrong number?

You changed your number?

No one had your new number. Not even Josh.

Josh.

Fuck.

He wasn’t happy with Jake. He lost one of his best friends. They had a heated argument and didn’t speak for a couple weeks but eventually Josh being Josh couldn’t stand being angry anymore and they made up.

Popping the lid off of the bottle, he chugs down half of it before setting it down on the counter and pulling out his phone. He starts to dial your number only to remember that it won’t be you on the other end. He drops it back on the counter and finds himself slowly sinking to the floor where he’s ended up multiple times.

He hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep until he was shaken awake by Josh. Worry paints his face as he stares at Jake from above him, his hands holding both of his shoulders.

“Oh thank god..” He breathes in relief as he pulls Jake up into a sitting position.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was worried about you.” He says. “You missed a band meeting that was scheduled for today.. No one could get a hold of you. And I come here only to find you passed out.”

“I fell asleep..”

Josh waves the beer bottle in front of Jake’s face. “Fell asleep.. My ass. Come on.. Get up.” He says as he pulls Jake up to his feet. He dumps the beer into the sink before directing Jake to the stairs and pulling him to his room. He sits him down on the bed and moves to his closet to get him fresh clothes.

“Why are you changing me?” Jake says as Josh tosses a shirt and a clean pair of jeans at him.

“Because..”

“Because why?” Jake grumbles.

Josh takes a deep breath. “I ran into her today…” Josh exhales.

Jake straightens up, his eyebrows furrowing as he stares at his brother. “You saw her?”

Josh nods his head. “She mentioned needing to come back here—to get her things..”

“Why did she wait so long?”

“I don’t know, Jake..” Josh sighs. “Maybe she never came back after you let her leave like that..”

Jake huffs and shakes his head. “I thought we moved on from that..”

Josh runs a hand through his hair. “We did… I’m sorry…” He drops his hands to his sides. “But you need to get dressed, make yourself look not so…you know..” He starts to go for the bedroom door before stopping and turning around. “And trim your facial hair. You look like you’ve been wandering the desert.”

—

Walking up the driveway towards the front door, your heart pounds in your chest. It’s been two months since you’ve left here–refusing to come back to get your things, unable to see him. You clench your fists at your sides to control their shaking as you lift your hand to knock on the door.

It took a few minutes before the door was being pulled open. Standing there dressed neatly with sunglasses resting over his eyes is Jake. You notice his facial hair has grown out more than it was before, connecting completely around his mouth and covering his chin.

“Hi..” You breathe out, giving him a slight nod of your head.

He returns the nod and steps aside to let you inside. “I uh, boxed up everything that I could find.” He says, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. “Although you’re welcome to look around to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”

“Uh.. Thank you.” You say as you pick up a box. “I guess I’ll just take this out to the car.”

He offers to help you, carrying each box out to your car. When the last box is brought out, you reach up to close the trunk door. He stands idly by in the driveway with his hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. He rocks gently back and forth.

“Umm… Well, if you happen to find my sweater–let me know..” You say, giving him a light giggle. “You know that it’s my favorite.”

A smile tugs at his lips and he nods his head. “I know it is.. But if you have time, you can go look.”

“It’s late,” You say, shaking your head. “I’m already taking up too much of your time.”

Jake shakes his head. “It’s okay, really..” He says. “It won’t take too long.”

“Oh uh.. If you’re sure..” You stammer.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He says with a slight nod of his head.

He leads you back into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. You pause in the doorway as he keeps walking towards the laundry basket in the corner of the room. You realize you hadn’t moved or acknowledged him walking back over to you until you hear him speaking.

“It’s kind of wrinkled,” He awkwardly chuckles. “Sorry about that..”

You lift your head to look up at him as you slowly take the sweater from his hand. You couldn’t stop yourself before you’re bringing your lips to his and kissing him. You can feel his surprise as his body tenses but eventually he relaxes and his arms find solace wrapping around your body and pulling you closer.

You wanted this. Just one last time. Even though you know that you’ll be breaking his heart in the end, you need him just this once. Closure. A weird way to find closure after breaking up.

You feel his hands trail down your waist and cup your thighs before he lifts you up and rests you on his waist. He carries you to the bed, your kissing not once broken even as he lays you down on the bed. You do eventually pull away to catch your breath.

You had removed his sunglasses, revealing his worn and tired eyes. You softly run your hand down the side of his face. He nuzzles into the palm of your hand as his eyes close shut.

You know that he knows that you won’t be staying after this. That you will still be leaving. But for right now, he has you and and for right now he can show how much he loves you and how much he regrets the decisions he’s made.

He presses his hips into yours, allowing you to know just how much he wants you.

Barely any words are spoken as the two of you become naked in front of each other. His eyes wander all over your body. Mesmerized. Stunned. Amazed. You name it, he was that and more.

Entangling himself with your body, he pushes himself inside of you. He gives languid strokes as he pushes his hips into you and buries his face into the crook of your neck and kisses your jaw. His hand travels down your waist and grips your hip as he starts to pound into you. Your moans fill his ears as he pushes you closer to the edge.

You grip him tightly, nails digging to his back as he fills you and stretches you with every thrust. Your vision begins to blur as tears fill your eyes. All of your emotions hitting you all at once. Your heart breaks as you feel him pouring out his love. You hug tighter as a tear escapes from the corner of your eye and slips down the side of your face.

But all of that is overridden by our orgasm as it rips through your body. You can hear him speaking to you as he fucks you through it. Praising you, loving you. Seconds later he’s spilling inside of you and filling you up.

Coming down from your highs, his body relaxes on top of you and he rests his head on your shoulder. Neither of you makes an effort to move but eventually he pulls out of you and lays on his back beside you.

You start to make a move to leave but he grabs hold of your elbow. You look over your shoulder and his eyes alone are begging you to stay. You know you shouldn’t. You know you should leave, but that small part of you is begging for one night. You give a light nod of your head and crawl back into the bed. He holds you close as you curl into his front side. His fingers graze your spin lazily. Soon the both of you are falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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Waking up the next morning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he feels the cold bed beside him as he rolls over onto his stomach. Sitting up in the bed he finds you gone. Everything is gone except for your sweater that still lies on the end of the bed. He climbs from the bed and pulls on a pair of sweats and retrieves your sweater before leaving the room.

His worst nightmare comes true as he finds the house completely void of you. Pulling the front door open, he looks outside to the driveway but your car is gone. It’s as if you were never there, but you had been. He can still feel your touch lingering on his skin and with each memory that comes to his mind, his heart breaks a little more.

Slowly closing the door, he holds your sweater to his chest as he leans against the door. You’re gone. For good. He knows now that there is no coming back to once was or ever will be. He made the mistake of letting you go but now he has to live with it. Forever letting the one get away.

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Unlikely - Emmett Cullen

Summary: Edward Cullen discovers a surprising secret when he inadvertently tunes into the thoughts of a fellow student, [y/n] [y/l/n], revealing her crush on none other than his brother, Emmett. As their unexpected connection unfolds, both face the complexities of love and the challenges of their supernatural existence.

Pairing: [y/n] [y/l/n] x Emmett Cullen

Universe: Twilight

Author's Note: So, I have had this in store for a while, waiting for the right time to post it. I feel like Emmett deserves I do it. Btw, I can't promise a part 2 or something like that. For an unknown reason, it's been hard for me to write characters kissing and stuff. But get them flirting below.

Info: Emmett here is supposedly enroled in the same year as Edward and Bella, because I wanted to keep him in school whereas I wanted Rosalie gone. Love Rosalie, though. I'm telling you this because it's not canon, so... there you go.

### Edward was the first to notice, of course.

He wasn't paying much attention until this girl's thoughts popped louder than the rest of the cafeteria.

Edward already had so much trouble — keeping tabs on Bella Swan — that his most minor concern was the other students at Forks High School.

But her thoughts were loud and clear. I can't believe it! I… I am crushing on him! Gods, embarrassing…

Edward Cullen frowned. He was always around teenagers, and more often than not, they'd find themselves in love. Why was this random girl's mental voice so loud and clear, then?

He's never paid attention to me before. He just borrowed me a pen. Get a grip on yourself, [y/n]! The girl's mind shouted, reprehending herself.

"What is it, Edward?" Bella asked, calling back his attention to her. Edward was curious about the other students, but no one in the world came before Bella Swan to him.

"Someone's called my attention," Edward answered, letting Bella grasp his hand.

"Good or bad?" she asked.

"A student," Edward answered, unsure yet if listening to the random girl's thoughts so clearly was a bad sign. "She's found herself crushing on someone."

Bella looked puzzled. "Oh, well. It happens to all of us," she jested but still looked worried. "Any idea why her voice is louder?"

Even after all those many months apart, Bella quickly understood Edward's gift. But the loud voice had disappeared.

"It was [y/n] [y/l/n]. But I don't know who she's crushing on that can be so bad…" Edward let his sentence trail off, looking around the cafeteria for the human.

Emmett's face lit up, and he chimed in. "[y/n]? I talked to her today in Biology class. She's my lab partner."

Bella moved her neck to face Emmett better. "I did not know that."

Emmett shrugged. "I mean, it's not like we interact. She's been my partner for a while in that class, but you know…" he didn't finish his sentence, embarrassed to tell Bella what he really thought. But Edward read it all in Emmett's mind: but I don't usually bother with humans.

Edward pressed his lips together, reacting to his brother's thought. He also didn't want to tell Bella that he agreed.

"But what was it about [y/n], anyway? Is she in danger?" Emmett asked, not showing his concern. To Bella, it all seemed like curiosity. But to Edward, well, he saw Emmett's thoughts trailing off.

"No, not at all," Edward nodded. "I don't think I've tuned to her thoughts before, that's all. It was just so loud a minute ago."

"Ah," Emmett let out. What was she saying? I know you won't tell me, but you sure as hell told Bella.

"What I said is what I heard," Edward affirmed, answering Emmett's mind.

"So she has a crush, good for her!" Emmett said, raising his tone just a bit but enough for Bella to notice.

Before Edward could intrude on his brother's reaction, Emmett left.

***

Emmett sat at his seat, tensed. Being a vampire and all, he had no need for breathing, definitely no need for oxygen. But it was a habit to do so, to get a grasp of scent and also to act more "human". However, that day, he felt like he was hyperventilating.

So Edward had heard [y/n] had a crush on someone. No big deal. Was she one of the funniest girls he ever met? Yes. Did she have such a crooked smile that made her more beautiful? Yes. Did she seem to always understand him, even when he barely spoke to her? Yes. But that meant nothing and would stay meaning nothing, for she was a human, and he was a vampire.

Emmett concluded it would have been better if Edward had not mentioned any of [y/n]'s thoughts. In fact, since Edward was always so focused on Bella, Emmett thought [y/n] would stay out of his radar. Goddammit.

"Hey, Emm," [y/n] said, catching Emmett by surprise as she sat beside him.

[y/n] was in many other classes Emmett was enrolled in, but Biology was the only course they actively sat together. Well, one time in English class, Emmett was left out of group partners, and [y/n] politely and unexpectedly asked him to join her group. But that had been one time.

He wouldn't admit it to his siblings, but [y/n] had caught him off guard. Emmett had been so distracted thinking about her that her scent passed unnoticed when she was finally there.

"Hi, [y/n]!" he replied, quickly cleaning his throat after noticing his "hi" had sounded a bit too high-pitched. He wished he had a nickname for [y/n] as she had, with time, shortened his name after the forced proximity. He had tried out some possibilities in his mind, but he was a man of his time, and just calling her by her first name and not simply "miss" was too much for his little mind.

"It's snowing today," she prompted, shifting her eyes from his face to the window nearby.

"I noticed," Emmett nodded.

"Do you plan to snow-fight your siblings?" she asked shyly after becoming embarrassed by his gruff reply.

Emmett's face lit up just a bit, and he hoped it was invisible for [y/n]'s human eyes. She's trying to make small talk, he concluded, smiling internally.

"You've noticed I do that, huh," he playfully leaned his head.

[y/n] smiled. "Last year, I saw you trying to hit Alice. She was quick though," she said, moving her shoulders as if to shrug, but not quite. "I just hope you don't plan to have your fight in the cafeteria again."

Emmett's eyebrows were eager to shoot up, but he controlled them just in time. So [y/n] had noticed him and his siblings since the year before. Of course, she had known Emmett since their first high school year — or should he say her first high school year? — and of course, one thing or another, she was bound to catch up about the Cullens. But to have detected him launching Alice a snowball... and to remember it, that was something.

"Be careful then," Emmett joked. "I can't make any promises."

"Oh, please," [y/n] rolled her eyes, shifting the way she sat so she could look to the front of the classroom. She continued without facing Emmett, "As if you would ever hit on me... I mean, on me! No! I mean, hit me! With a snowball."

Her face was so red Emmett thought her head was going to explode. Did humans' heads do that? Did they explode?

[y/n] saw he looked concerned, but she misinterpreted it. Emmett had barely noticed her slip in language use.

"I don't mean you would hit on me at all," she kept shaking her head as if to erase her language mistake. "Not that it matters; both are something you would never do," she whispered now, more to herself than to the boy, but being a vampire, he heard it all. "Forget it, Emmett. I'm so sorry."

Emmett was instantly calmer, but not because he was glad she apologised — why was she apologising again? — but because the redness was slowly disappearing from [y/n]'s face, which definitely meant she was not gonna explode, he felt very relieved, which surprised him. When Edward had mentioned, the year before, how easily humans could die, Emmett had thought his brother was being absurd. But he was worried about this human girl beside him for some reason.

He planned to ask [y/n] if she was indeed all right, but the professor walked in, and all the chances he had to do so seemed to disappear.

***

[y/n] could not, for her life, tell what Mr. Banner was going on and on about. Was it about cells? About nature? She was utterly unfocused, even though her eyes were fixed on the weird teacher. Well, actually, she would fix her gaze at anything and anyone, if that was enough, to avoid looking to her left and eyeing Emmett Cullen.

All her mind could do was blame herself. She had known Emmett since the Cullens came to the town; there was no reason for fuss. The family was undoubtedly the most beautiful of all. All of them could be models, including Dr. Carlisle, whom she met when she unintentionally had to stitch a bruise. Since entering high school and having known them, her gaze was fatally met with Emmett's.

It was not as if he had reacted in any other way, if not with boredom. She grew discouraged after each "incident" but continued to spy on the Cullen family. However, whenever Rosalie and Edward caught her staring, [y/n] felt uneasy and quickly averted her gaze. She knew there was no point in admiring Emmett Cullen when he already had Rosalie Hale by his side. So, who was [y/n] compared to the stunning blonde goddess?

[y/n] was extremely surprised when she witnessed the Cullens' return to Forks.

Seeing Bella Swan go through a "mourning process," [y/n] felt understood because she had felt the same way, although on a much smaller scale. However, she would never have confessed it or let it show. Who was she to miss the Cullens?

She never expected Edward Cullen or Emmett to come back, but one day, there they were. [y/n] arrived late one day and had not noticed the extra car in the parking lot. When it was time for biology class, [y/n] was caught off guard to see that she had a new (old) partner already sitting at the table they were supposed to share.

Letting herself dive into this thread of thought, [y/n] was sure that it was not at that moment, when he returned, that she saw herself surrendered to Emmett. Yes, she had gotten more loose and relaxed when she noticed that Rosalie had not accompanied her siblings or Jasper Hale because they had graduated. But Edward's gaze still haunted her. Something told her that the whole family moved by the boy's fault (even if the rumours said that Dr Carlisle had accepted a better job), so [y/n] was afraid that Edward would make his family move again.

After secretly paying attention, she was surprised to detect that Bella was also afraid of them disappearing again.

Before Biology class ended, [y/n]'s mind replayed a specific, very recent memory. The day before, she was about to write something down when her pen started failing. She thought she wasn't reacting noticeably, but somehow Emmett glimpsed her sudden need.

"Do you want a pen of mine to borrow?" he asked, already holding the thing out to her grasp.

[y/n] raised her eyes from her notebook to meet his golden gaze.

"Oh, thank you," she smiled, borrowing the pen.

Emmett had said nothing more and returned his gaze to Mr Banner. [y/n] thought she ought to do the same and rushed to write down the rest of the speech.

When the class had ended, [y/n] turned to Emmett before he could head out. "Here you go, Emm," she smiled at him, trying her hardest to look polite. "Thank you."

The nickname must have gotten him off guard — even though [y/n] was sure she had called him so before — because his golden eyes widened.

"You can keep it," he said, not a hint of hesitation, even though his expression seemed hesitant.

"Oh," [y/n] gasped. "Thanks again, then," she smiled with her cheeks high, feeling they were reddening.

It was then he surprised her: Emmett smiled.

She did not see it coming at all. [y/n] had talked to the boy before. They had even joked around — when Mr Benner said something sex-related, the duo was really juvenile for that topic, and they would always let a little chuckle out — but that smile was different. It was wide, genuine. Emmett showed all his beautiful white teeth at her, and she was mesmerised by the whole view. He had dimples.

Emmett Cullen had dimples!

[y/n] remembered stumbling in her words, trying to find something to say because she wanted Emmett to keep smiling. But he simply nodded at her and got up, leaving the classroom before [y/n] could form a coherent thought.

She spent the whole day revisiting the memory of his smile and dimples. She was frozen in that Biology class; it was as if she never left. In her mind, she kept the conversation going. She knew he was a clown — she liked him best of all the Cullens for it — and so perhaps, she could have prompted a joke, such as "Do you think we're so poor compared to you, rich Cullens, that I need a pen as a gift?" It could've been funny; maybe he would've kept smiling. Perhaps he would laugh but really laugh and not hold back as usual.

But, in the end, she said nothing, just like today.

When Mr Banner announced they were free, [y/n] instantly turned her gaze to Emmett.

"Oh, sorry there, Emm," she swallowed hard, trying to keep her brave facade as she spoke to him. "It seems there's no longer snow for your fight."

He shrugged, and a light of playfulness hit his face. "No problem there. I can just punch Edward straight up."

She wasn't sure if it had been his innocent way of speaking or if it had been the mention of just the right brother, but [y/n] cracked up in one of her loudest laughs yet. The students who hadn't already run out of the classroom all turned to stare at her.

Emmett seemed to get in a shocked state. He wasn't expecting that reaction.

"I'm sorry," [y/n] said, trying to catch her breath. It was not easy; she still wanted to laugh. "I... I don't know why that was so funny."

"Maybe because Edward has a very punchable face," Emmett suggested, letting go of his restraints and following [y/n] in chuckles.

"I'm sure you've done that many times," [y/n] raised a brow, instigating him to go on.

"Unfortunately," Emmett tilted, "no, I have not."

"Oh," [y/n] did not see that answer coming, "too much of a good brother?"

Emmett snorted a laugh. "Definitely not that. I just never seem to catch him," Emmett knew why that was so, whereas [y/n] would never have a clue: Edward read his mind any time Emmett tried to catch the sibling by surprise with punches or simply trying to give a scare.

As much as [y/n] wanted to continue the conversation, she had the next class to go to. She sighed lowly, but Emmett heard it right away, and he couldn't help smiling at her silly human reaction to leaving.

[y/n] stared at his smile like a child watching Santa come down from the chimney.

"Dimples," she thought aloud, not realising it until it was too late. Hoping Emmett didn't notice, she averted her eyes and started gathering her books, but the Cullen had heard it all too well.

He remained silent, though, allowing her heartbeat to stead again. When she was already up, probably about to nod him goodbye, he said, "You have dimples too."

***

Red is definitely her colour. How have I never noticed before? Besides that cute turtle neck she was wearing, when the red flushed her cheeks, that was...

The image totally got Edward by surprise. He was walking out of one of his classes when, passing the hallway, a mind ahead called his attention to a particular image. Then, the voice! The oh-so-familiar, very annoying mental voice of none other than Emmett Cullen.

In seconds, Edward was beside his sibling. "What was that?"

Shit! Emmett's face was as embarrassed as his mental voice. The sibling quickly started singing some random annoying pop song to pull Edward out of his mind, but it was too late.

"Why were you thinking of [y/n] like that?" Edward asked.

"Like what?" Emmett replied, but Edward's question worked, making Emmett revisit his thoughts, and [y/n]'s face popped up again, with Edward getting a complete view.

The old-school vampire was suddenly repulsed and stepped slightly to the side.

You are the one in my mind! Emmett accused him in thought.

"Not because I want to, believe me!" Edward exclaimed, returning to his spot next to Emmett. "Brother, I better hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything," Emmett said defensively.

Edward raised a brow, wishing Emmett could read his thoughts and see how foolish in love Emmett had thought about [y/n].

"Stay out of my business," Emmett nudged his brother. I can't find anyone pretty anymore?

"After having Rosalie, I highly doubt you'd think that of a human," Edward answered Emmett's unspoken question.

"Rosalie and I... we're not a couple. We have our fun; that's all," Emmett said. "Besides, we haven't had fun in decades; you know that."

Edward knew because he had read their sex-deprived thoughts before. Still, he had thought Emmett was evolving, for he had stopped picturing Rosalie in a… needy way. But now, it seemed it had a different reason why.

Suddenly, another piece fell into place.

"She has fallen for you," Edward gasped in such a whisper only vampire hearing could catch it.

What? Emmett's mind shouted. "Don't be silly," he said aloud.

"It was definitely you [y/n] mentioned having a crush on yesterday," Edward continued his theory, forcing them both to stop walking and stay in the middle of the hallway. "That's probably why she caught my attention; she must have exclaimed your name! In thought," he added, although it was apparent.

"Are you sure about this?" Emmett asked, out of habit mostly, for he knew that no amount of hoping could make Edward wrong, not when he had a sibling so powerful.

Emmett's mind was racing as he tried to process it all. It was the first time Edward had trouble keeping up with him. Emmett was generally slower, even mentally, than Edward, but that was not the case now as he tried to understand everything about [y/n]. Edward caught up to some images — [y/n] blushing, [y/n] making a joke and laughing alone, and then the terrifying one. It was similar to the ones Edward had regarding Bella, too: [y/n] with eyes so red and skin so pale that there was no denying her heart no longer beat.

But when Edward returned his gaze to his taller brother, Emmett was not sad at the view, not half as much as Edward was when he thought of Bella as a vampire.

"Stop it," Edward begged, noticing Emmett's mind went on; he had started enduring the idea of Bella talking to [y/n] about what it was like to love a monster.

Emmett shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. "Sorry, man. It's just that...I never thought someone like her would fall for me."

Edward's worries shifted topics. "Why would you say that?" Edward had felt like that; he still felt like that with Bella, always thinking of himself as a killer and not deserving of love. But Emmett was most comfortable being a vampire out of all his family members. So, his brother had never thought to see him doubting himself.

Emmett's thoughts were faster than his tongue. Not even Rosalie fell for me, not really, and she was the one that found me, and she's our... species. [y/n] is a human girl with a life ahead of her, a full one at that; I don't see how she'd fallen for me. "Are you sure it's love?" Emmett asked out loud.

"Well, she thought it was a crush," Edward replied, returning to his own memories of [y/n]. But he didn't dwell on them for long. Edward was still trying to process Emmett's confession about Rosalie. He had always seen Emmett as cheerful, never realising that his brother might also feel unloved. They had more in common than Edward had ever thought.

Emmett sighed, and even before Edward could say anything — advice or a comforting word — Emmett lowered his head. "I know, Edward. I understand the risks."

Edward frowned. He couldn't believe Emmett immediately concluded that Edward would be mad at him. Of course, there were risks, not just because the girl involved was human. Even if Emmett didn't think Rosalie loved him (and Edward, being a mind reader and all, agreed), she would also cause some trouble.

But who was Edward to judge his brother's choices regarding a human?

"Look, if you decide to pursue this relationship, I'll support you."

Emmett smiled, surprised but yet feeling grateful for his brother's support. Thank you, he thought, and Edward nodded.

Edward thought love was a powerful emotion, and he couldn't blame Emmett for feeling like he did. However, he hoped that Emmett would make the right decision, whatever that may be.

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hiii, could you write a fic Neymar X fem!reader, when they have been together for like a year and in a sort of a secret relationship, because she is not a famous but a law student, and they wanted their privacy.

she is like 25 and he is 30, I love reading about age gap( but not too much ofc)

you could write about their couple dynamic (including fluff but also some dirty talk and them flirting like a lot) and then they get caught by the paparazzi, and everyone find out about her. Maybe when they were on vacation or something.

idk if you want, but you could also include insta post?? do what you feel it’s right !!

thank u if you will! And sorry for my broken English, I’m Spanish 💕💕

#5. NEYMAR: ONE NIGHT IN IBIZA

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: some dirty talk

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Our relationship was quite complicated. I was an ordinary law student, studying abroad and was in my last year, so I barely had time to spend with my boyfriend, especially due to preparing for the upcoming exams. Neymar, of course, had a really busy schedule and whenever he had a few days off, he took every opportunity to not only visit me, but also his family in Brasil. All these circumstances led to us sometimes not seeing each other for weeks. But if we got to spend some time together, we made sure we would make the best of it. Apart from that, I decided it would be the best for us if we didn't announce our relationship publicly. I wanted to build my career myself and not be "(Your first name + last name), lawyer and Neymar Jrs girlfriend". I didn’t want my professors and other students to treat me differently just because I was dating a famous footballer. Neymar never really liked the idea of us hiding ourselves from everyone, but he respected my decision and told me he would wait until I was ready. Still, he let everyone know he was in a relationship, which led to the press and his fans speculating about who the lucky woman was. Going out in public, we always made sure we were surrounded by the few close friends that knew about us, so no one would assume we went on dates and such.

In conclusion, I barely got to see Neymar, and when I did, I never really got him all to myself. The only time we finally were able to express our love was when we decided to stay at home alone.

"Meu Deus, can you believe it’s already been a year?", Neymar sighed out as my bracelet caught his eyes. For my 25th birthday a couple of months ago, he got me a golden bracelet with our initials and the date we got together engraved. I shook my head chuckling, "Time flies. It really does." Remembering we only had a few more days in peace together, the big smile on my face quickly disappeared. His brow furrowed. "What are you thinking about again?" I turned around when I felt warm tears in my eyes. "Nothing babe, I'm fine", I lied. We were currently on vacation in Ibiza, now on a yacht in the middle of the ocean. I inhaled deeply, watching the waves as I tried to calm down and not break down in tears. He hugged me from behind and placed his head onto my shoulder. "Can we please enjoy the time we have left together before going back to normal?", he mumbled. I blinked a few times, making my tears stay in instead of rolling down my cheeks. "You're right." I turned my head to kiss his cheek. He put on his sweetest smile before letting go of me, smacking my bum. My body twitched for a second. Neymar cheekily smirked and finally turned around, laying down to continue his sunbathe. Without making a move, I simply stood there and watched him relaxing.

A few minutes later Neymar took his sunglasses off, tilting his head to my direction. I saw his eyes going up and down my body. I questioningly raised one eyebrow at him. "You don’t know how bad I want you right now." Playfully I rolled my eyes. He put his hands on his lap, demanding to come and sit on it. I slowly walked up to him, but instead of doing what he wished me to do, I dropped myself right next to him. He smirked because he understood that was my way of teasing him. It was our thing, he loved feeling like he had to "chase" me. His hands tapped a random beat on my thighs. "You know, there’s a bedroom inside. We could spend some time there until we arrive at the port."

"Mhm", I nodded, "And how do you want to spend the time there?" He chuckled before hiding his face into my neck. Feeling his breath already made me get goosebumps all over my skin. "First of all", he started, whispering in a low-tone voice, kissing my neck slowly, "I'll throw you onto the fucking bed, then rip off your bikini, sliding my fingers into you until you can’t help but beg me to finally push him inside you. And…" My eyes rolled back in pleasure. The things he said, his hands going up and down my body, his lips on my neck with his tongue sometimes touching it. Enough to drive me insane already. I bit my bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. One thing I hated about Neymar was, he loved turning me on in public. He loved knowing and seeing him how much I needed him. I wouldn’t go into this bedroom with him now and he knew, but this was his kind of foreplay. I now couldn’t wait to get into our hotel room and he was well aware of that. "And the rest is what you’ll get at home after the party tonight." He pulled away and sat up again, laughing at my pissed off facial expression. I groaned in frustration.

"What party are you talking about?" My eyebrows furrowed. "We promised Cris and Bianca we'd go out clubbing with them tonight, did you forget?"

"Oh, right…", I remembered and pouted my lips, "but I can’t wait for tonight." Neymar grinned and pecked my lips quickly. "Quickie as we get ready maybe?" He winked as I giggled.

Said and done. I actually got what I wanted as soon as we entered the hotel room, but we had to keep it short, too short, since we didn’t have much time to get ready anymore.

Before getting to the club, we decided to eat dinner. "How was it on the yacht?", Bianca asked, while Neymar and Cris were talking about some gaming stuff. "Oh Bi, if you only knew! Even though we were in the middle of nowhere and the only people surrounding us was his staff, you can’t imagine how much I enjoyed it. Finally going out with my boyfriend alone, it almost felt like an ordinary relationship." When I first met Bianca I was afraid she wouldn’t like or even hate me since she was best friends with Bruna, Neymars ex, but she soon turned out to be the most supportive of us. "I believe so. It must be exhausting only being able to feel like a real couple when being home alone. How long do you want to wait to finally announce your relationship?" I shrugged, "I don't know at all to be honest. Actually, I'm tired of hiding, but on the other side, I don't want all my clients coming to me just because they know me through Neymar. I want them to choose me because they value me as their lawyer, not because I possibly could be privileged thanks to my boyfriend." I didn’t even notice Neymar and Cris stopped talking and listened to our conversation. "But are you planning to go back to Paris after you finished studying or are you staying there? You know, staying there would be beneficial for your career", Cris said. I stuttered and looked around as I was thinking of an answer. I felt Neymars eyes on me and of course, he wanted me to come back to Paris and move in with him after I finished my studies, but Cris was right. This was something I never worried about before. Neymar noticed I was getting nervous and put his hand on mine. "That’s not a topic for today, we have enough time to think about it later", he stated and threw me a soft smile. Bianca and Cris agreed and changed topics.

Entering the club, we had some drinks before finding ourselves on the dancefloor. Whenever Neymar and I danced, we were careful so we would not get too close. Bianca was always jumping in between us when she thought we went too far. However, we had the time of our lives and actually got drunk at some point. I went to the bar to get us some drinks and scrolled through my instagram for you page while waiting, when an article about Neymar and Bruna Marquezine caught my eye. They were writing about how perfect they were, why they broke up, etc. According to them, Neymar broke up with Bruna because she refused to move to Paris for him, she prioritised her own career. My heart stopped for a second the moment I remembered Cris' question. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind. How were Neymar and I supposed to maintain our relationship if I decided I would not go back to Paris? He broke up with Bruna after being together for such a long time, no doubt he would leave me too. My breathing got heavier. I tried to organise my thoughts, but all I was able to think of was Neymar leaving me sooner or later. "Are you okay?", the barkeeper asked, placing the drinks right in front of me. I realised tears were rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away rapidly. "Uh yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." Bianca made her way to me in order to help me with the drinks. I needed to get out of there. "Bi, I'll go home now. I'm not feeling well", I told her. She looked slightly confused and observed me for a few seconds. "Did something happen? You were laughing and dancing like five minutes ago." I shook my head from left to right and grabbed my clutch. "No, nothing happened. I'm just tired and probably drank a little too much", I answered and faked a smile as I stepped away from her after saying goodbye. Right when I got out of the club, I felt someone pulling me back by my shoulder. "Y/N!", I recognised Neymar shouting after me, "Y/N, why do you want to go home? What’s wrong?" I kept looking at the ground, I didn’t want him to see my wet cheeks. "Tired and drunk. Just need to sleep", I shortly replied after swallowing hard. "You are not drunk. At least not that drunk. I know somethings bothering you. What is it? Talk to me."

"Let’s discuss it later, Ney. Go have fun. I just need some rest", I answered and was about to turn around again, but Neymar held me back. "Hey, don’t act like that now. If you're leaving, I'm leaving." I shook my head. "No Ney, please."

"Yes I will, Y/N. If you want to stay mad for I don’t even know what…", he began, but I quickly interrupted him. "I'm not mad, Neymar, at least not at you." His facial expression showed he was completely lost. "If you’re not mad at me, who are you mad at then? Can you now please tell me what happened, did someone say or do anything?" He kept on asking questions until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. "I'm mad at myself because I don’t know if I can give you what you want and this will make you break up with me sooner or later and I hate myself for letting it go this far but I can’t help it because I'm fucking selfish and… and… I just don’t know what to do." Neymars eyebrows furrowed, he was unable to speak and had a hard time understanding what I was saying inbetween the sobs. "W-Why would I… why would I break up with you? Why are you selfish? What the hell are you even talking about?" I sighed out loud. "What was the reason you broke up with Bruna Marquezine?" This question was enough for him to understand what all this was about. "Y/N, that was a whole other story. Bruna kept on promising me things she wouldn’t do. When you and I got together I knew exactly what I was getting myself into - I wanted this, and I still do. We have a whole year to think about what to do and if you decide to go for your career, I will gladly support you. It’s not like you’re making empty promises." I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. "Neymar, I know you want a family, I know you want someone to come home to everyday. I, on the other side, don’t even know anything anymore. I don’t know if I want to go for my career, damn sometimes I don’t even know if I want to be a lawyer. But what I surely don’t want is you to waste your time on me when I have no idea what I am doing with my life." His eyes filled with sadness before he hugged me tightly. "Meu amor, you're in your mid-twenties. It’s a confusing time. Some of your friends have their own business, others are married or having kids. No matter what you are doing now, you feel like somethings missing, like you are missing out on something. You feel pressured, I get that. You have to make some of the most important decisions in your life right now, you’re afraid to go the wrong way. But you, my love, are an intelligent, smart, independent woman. I know you will make the right decisions. And no matter what you choose to do, I will be with you." He gave me a short yet passionate kiss. "Being in your mid-twenties is shit, trust me, I know." I quietly chuckled. "Stop talking like you're my grandfather, you're five years older than me." Neymar laughed as he softly wiped my almost dried tears away with his thumb. "All I'm saying is I know exactly what it feels like to think that no matter what you do, it’s wrong. And I want to be the last person to make you feel pressured." Without saying a word, I put my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Te amo", I whispered.

"Eu te amo tanto, Y/N", he remained silent for a moment, "Still wanna go home?" I nodded. Neymar went inside to get our stuff and tell Bianca and Cris we're leaving. Meanwhile, I went on instagram again. "What the fuck", I murmured as I saw myself on my for you page. There were photos and videos of Neymar and me outside the club, hugging and kissing. They had to be taken just a few minutes ago. I turned around to Neymar staying behind me already. "We fucked up. I didn't even check if there were any paparazzi", he said looking at my phone screen. As I refreshed the page in shock, I saw even more pictures of myself. "How did they get those?" "Oh, I have these on my story", Neymar admit. He loved presenting me everywhere, even though he didn’t show my face. I raised an eyebrow at him and checked his instagram story.

"I haven’t even seen these pictures. Why didn’t you show me? They're good." He smiled watching his story on my phone. "You know what will even be better now? Not hiding your gorgeous face anymore." My phone started buzzing. I got endless instagram notifications, Neymars fans following me, liking my pictures and commenting on them. First thing I noticed was most comments were complimenting and congratulating me. "Your fans are fast as fuck." Neymar laughed, "See, they love you already."

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myun-saidthoughts · 9 months

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4th House Synastry

In the realm of 4H synastry, activating this aspect invokes a sense of comfort, ease, and relaxation. It creates an environment where worries fade away, and it allows you to express your inner thoughts freely, you just feel secure. The energy exudes a sense of reliability and trustworthiness.

For reference I'll use this boy and I's synastry aspects:

His Sun, Mercury & Venus are in my 4H.

(Below are his planets in my 4H making into my chart)

His Sun conjuncts my Jupiter, His Sun opposes my Moon (6 degree orb), his Sun trines my Mercury, Lilith and ascendant, his Sun sextiles my Mars, his Mercury conjuncts my IC, his Mercury sextiles my Uranus, his Mercury trines my Chiron, his Venus squares my ascendant and my Mercury, his Venus sextiles my Neptune, his Venus trines my Venus and North Node,

My Venus is in his 4H (My Venus Conjuncts his IC)

His South Node conjuncts my Sun

His Vertex conjuncts my South Node and Neptune

His Moon conjuncts my South Node (5 degree orb)

(Also: his Moon is in my 1H, my Moon is in his 3H, my Sun, Mercury, Rising are in his 5H, and my Venus is in his 4H)

Now I made a post about him a few months ago, and I noticed It felt bit lack luster with him. Although there was an instant comfort that I hardly feel with everyone else, I wasn't completely enticed, compared to what I'm used to (with 8th house synastry). I was intrigued a bit because objectively he is beautiful, and for someone who struggles with emotional intimacy, vulnerability, I self sabotage as if it's my second nature, so with it came times where when I was with him I didn't allow myself to feel deeply or to feel something for him (as much as I am a able too) so with that brought in feelings where I told myself I didn't like him or that he didn't ignite enough passion in me.

I saw him in May which was a few months ago and I was with him for the weekend and everything felt easy, but I wasn't incredibly enthralled, and with him and without him I felt whole and there wasn't any voids that he healed. (but that's because I subconsciously blocked myself from allowing him too)

After hanging out with one another, sharing dating behavior attitudes, hand holding etc, he just disappeared out of thin air, and I didn't think twice of it. And honestly because of our synastry I already knew I was going to run into him some way or another.

Anyway, a few days ago the same hour Venus goes into retrograde (he has a natal Venus retrograde) he called me and we made plans to hangout the following day. Prior to this I was nervous and scared because I don't normally see or hangout with anyone, but we met up at a party and we were casually just hanging out, he brought his friends and I was with mine. The conversations weren't forced and the second I saw him the fear I had left, I wasn't nervous or worried and I easily kept conversation. It was like I suddenly became this open, carefree individual that knew how to make conversation with anyone who was around because he was standing next to me.

Anyway as the night progressed he visibly looked so cute, and because I was drinking I became more inclined to letting him "in," in some way or another. We talked and talked and i'm not even sure about what, but there was no awkward silences and I just felt so at ease and was always laughing. I didn't get this high like I did with 8th house synastry, but I just felt comfortable in my own skin and because of that, I liked being next to him.

At the party we were away from each other for maybe 3 minutes and as a stranger was talking to me, I thought to myself I want to stand next to him. And prior to this I was scared that he was going to only hangout with me, (because I'm terrified of actually liking someone) and it turns out I was the one who chose to go back to him at the party. (He was literally the cutest boy there lmao)

We kissed that night and from the following day (today) I don't feel sick, I don't feel worried, I don't feel scared that I allowed myself to kiss him. That alone is triggering me to feel worried. Now since I still have curiosity towards him and since he feels like a comfort blanket; I'm now realizing what his presence elicits in me. He somehow didn't trigger my disorganized attachment style and I genuinely think it's because for (now) I allowed myself to feel, without getting scared or even repulsed by him.

I thought I wasn't affected by him, I thought I wasn't going to need him in any shape or form.

But in this moment I feel like i'm wrong.

Right now the feelings that I have are confusing me because I don't feel low without him, but I do feel this co-dependent underlying want for him.

Feeling comfortable in my own skin, with no worry is something I am not used too, so for him to create that in me is what's getting me.

A part of me knows I knew him from a previous life, and because of my broken attachment style, having this comfort with another person isn't something I normally get to hold onto.

Since I am still learning to let myself feel, these emotions that persevere comes in waves. I thought to myself that I wouldn't mind seeing him again, but that's the part of me that craves for peace and serenity talking, and now writing this post, the other part of me that hides and suppress any unsolicited needs for another is creating myself to feel nothing towards him.

(It's been another day since writing this and I no longer have that dire need for him because my brain is telling myself it's safer for me to not truly care yet and whether I want too or not, my brain just does this. I can still turn these feelings off in some shape or form and I still feel fear with going on a date or seeing him again but I also know, that once i'm next to him i'll just feel this ease I wish I was able to hold onto on my own.

Moving on, for a more descriptive and better understanding this is how the house person might feel:

What 4th House Synastry Feels Like

Everything feels so easy, with them you'll feel somehow secure, somehow safe. You naturally know how to respond to them, a look from them makes you feel comfort, you two share the same humor (with other soft mercury-moon/sun aspects), everything feels like it's already happened before, and with that feeling they unlock a part of you that you're afraid to show others.

When you're next to them, you're no longer worried about how others perceive you, nor are you overthinking the conversations between the two of you. It's different with 8th house synastry because although with the 8th house their touch unlocks that dire need of being emotionally vulnerable towards another, the 4th house unlocks a part of your character that you naturally hide or the part of you that you overthink when you're with strangers.

When they're next to you, nothing can feel bad, you don't fixate on any issues, you can just allow yourself to feel safe, and at ease. They bring you a sense of security you didn't know was possible, you want to hold onto them, be next to them, and you can't help but smile, can't help but be open, optimistic, and can't help but be unafraid to take on any task you can ever think of (especially if there are more Jupiter synastry aspects between you two).

Any anxiety somehow vanishes, you're not worried, you can't feel worry, you're not second guessing anything, and you don't have these wavering thoughts, and there's no what ifs, you're in the moment, you feel present, and nothing else matters. You allow yourself to feel at home within because they bring you this sense of comfortability that you've never felt before.

They become this key with unlocking the side of your personality that you hide towards anyone else that you don't share a close connection too.

And for someone with a Scorpio Moon/active 12th House, this feels new for me. Comfortability and serene feelings are both things I search for. I genuinely don't show anyone my true feelings or thoughts, I always wear a mask with everyone I meet. So with that, I want to feel calm, and safe, so because of that I believe that what's this synastry is hitting in me, but if you don't have a disorganized attachment style (or maybe even Scorpio placements) like me, the feelings within might be different.

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call-me-chaotic · 5 months

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Hey!

i know u stated that u are not confident in honkai star rail but, i was wondering if u could do a luka x reader?

i have a prompt which hopefully is not that detailed.

luka and reader try to set up seelie and Bronya but they pull an uno reverse and they are in fact pretending to not be dating to set luka and reader up (becuz them setting seelie and bronya and bringing them together)

i hope this is not too much! also u can call me 🪞 anon!

Fake dates and cake trays : Luka x gn!reader

I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!ALL MY WRITING MOTIVATION DISAPPEARED 😭 take this apology fic anon-which-i-cant-find-the-emoji-for [also i have 0 idea if my writing Luka was accurate or not :,> ] anyway i edited it so it was like christmas special :D i like ice skating expect ice skating fics WC:1079

Tick,tock,tick,tock. You glanced at your watch, the other two were supposed to be here ten minutes ago.

“Calm down [name], it’ll work!Our plan is foolproof” He chuckled to himself, his red hair swaying a bit. You glanced at his meal, he had ordered a starter. You hadn’t been hungry, so you simply got some water. Luca had scoffed everything down, well almost everything. Even the post-match hunger couldn’t convince him to eat some simple vegetables that came on the side.

You smiled to yourself, “are you even going to eat that?” you moved your hand to the side and grabbed your fork, moving it towards his plate. He made a defensive pout sort of expression. Before giving up and sliding the plate towards you. And you continued chatting.

“Are you going to order anything else?It’s been an hour since you both finished your food” The rather agitated waitress said, the still smile not moving. You glanced nervously at Luka, neither of you had seen Seele and Bronya, the entire reason you had been here.

“Yeah! I’ll get… that please” Luka chirped, pointing to something on the menu. “And they’ll have [your favourite meal idk] “ The waitress nodded, walking away quickly. “I mean, we’re here already?Might as well get some food too.” He chuckled and shrugged.

You didn’t question how he knew your favourite.

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You both waited by the fountain, your eyes were scanning the crowd— and mostly Luka, who was currently trying to pick up a pigeon. To no avail.

FINALLY! You spotted Bronya walk out of the flower shop with Seele, you quickly grabbed the back of Luka’s vest thing, and yanked him towards you.

“Hey— be careful next time” he huffed,rubbing the back of his neck.Before he saw what you saw. “Wait— they didn’t buy anything?!C’mon that was the best plan we have tried so far!” he whined slightly,running his hands through his hair before grinning. “Well! we’ll just have to try again”

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You watched as Luka tapped his fingers on the bench, the other two were late again. He seemed restless, or maybe excited. Maybe both. You sighed, resting your chin in your hands.

“do i have something on my face?” He said, and you snapped back. He was looking you directly in the eyes, and for a moment, one moment, you wanted nothing more than to cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him.

At that thought, you forced a cough, trying to fight the heat rising in your cheeks. “It’s nothing, i just zoned out” You chuckle, and for a second he frowns, before his phone beeps,and he quickly— far too quick to be normal— grabs his phone. He sighs, but you can see his eyes glitter in a way.

“Bronya and Seele aren’t going, apparently there’s some business about the underground they need to sort out.” He says, leaning down to tighten his ice skates. “it’s just us two again”

You stood up, shaking your feet a bit to get used to the weight on your feet, you grabbed Luka’s arm and pulled him up too. He stumbled a bit, but you managed to catch him. You couldn’t help looking at him for a few seconds longer than usual.

He started to walk forward towards the rink, happily dragging you along now, he seemed eager to get on the ice. I mean, it was the best chance ever! If you fell over he could catch you and it would be just oh so romantic, and maybe afterwards he’d be able to ask you to be his partner like he’d been meaning to for the last month. Seele had officially put the boot down, if he wasn’t going to say something. She would do it for him.

You both stood at the edge of the ice, Luka was eager, too eager. He immediately set a foot out, but he clearly didn’t expect it to slip so much as it did.And his leg gave out under him. You managed to catch him , and the look of embarrassment almost made it harder to not laugh than it already was. He was bright red!

He tried again,this time a bit more careful. He stumbled and wobbled around the place,managing to stand up straight while clinging to the railing. After a set of finger guns and almost slipping again. You joined Luka on the ice, it was a bit slippy. But you were able to more or less stay upright. Unlike your friend, you grabbed both his hands, the warm skin of one contrasting with the cool metal of the other.

With some movement you were able to go slightly backwards, you did almost fall. But you got the hang of it, Luka however did not. And every few metres he’d fall again, you’d catch him.

You weren’t able to catch him the last time, he had been improving, and wanted to go a bit of length without your help, but ended up slipping on the ice, and ended up with his palm and knees scratched by the now roughened ice.

Now you were both sitting in an attached cafe, hot chocolates in hand. You watched as he tried to discretely eat the cream before continuing to drink it, but with the low quality wood stir he had picked up it wasn’t going too well. He looked up, and you spent a full moment staring into those damned blue eyes. He tilted his head, and scrunched his eyes slightly in confusion. But you just chuckled in response.

As the time passed, you could sense him getting nervous, his legs were bouncing and he kept glancing around the room. You knew what was going to happen, he wasn’t exactly subtle.

But it was still impossible to not smile when it finally happened. When he finally turned to you and smiled that same damn smile that made your heart feel like it was about to explode. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so, wanna be my partner?Like officially and all—“

You grinned, and he seemed confused for a moment. Not seeming to get it. “Can i kiss you?”

“what?”

“can i kiss you” you repeated, and he nodded. You moved forward softly, kissing him softly on the lips, his lips tasted faintly like cherry chapstick, and you faintly recognised it as one of your old ones.

“you stole my chapstick again didnt you?”

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #luka x reader #hsr luka x reader #honkai star rail x you #star rail #hsr x reader

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kitt357 · 1 year

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When Belos makes you forget who they are, mini one shots:

Came from a post I made a while ago, how I think the coven heads can't date cause it'll distract them.

Characters included: Raine, Darius, Adrian

Raine:

Raine waited by the airship loading bay. You were supposed to be returning from a mission, but so far, there was no news. They sat and watched scouts run around, orders being thrown about all over the place. They were early, but they wanted to surprise you and congratulate you, even if it went badly.

Soon, the hours rolled by, and they began to worry, playing their violin, to calm themselves, and to think what could be going on. Until a scout captain tapped their shoulder, pulling them out of their trance.

“Head witch. Emperor Belos wants to see you.”

“What for?”

"He didn't say. Please follow me."

They stood, not before taking one final glance at the loading bay, seeing it empty out, before leaving and heading towards the throne room.

The doors opened, Raine was barely able to see each foot in front of the other, let alone Belos sat, hunched, fingers digging into the arm rests, on his throne at the other end of the room.

As they got closer, doors slamming behind them, making them jump, they saw you. Laying on the floor, wheezing for breath and yellow glowing veins littered your body. Raine sped over, dropping to their knees beside you, holding you close, shaking you.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?"

“Ah Raine. There you are.”

“What did you do to them?”

Belos rose from his throne, and got closer. Raine, held you tightly, glaring with hurt at you, not letting you fall from their grip, refusing to look Belos's way.

“Just a simple spell. Erasing you from their memories.”

He grabbed Raine’s face, forcing them to look at him. They dropped you in the process, but when they tried to reach for you, Belos threw Raine back.

“They were a distraction. I allowed it at first cause they motivated you, but now they're nothing more than a cheap distraction. I had to take action, otherwise you’d fall behind, and I can't have that.”

Belos stood tall, towering over Raine, as they crawled back slightly.

“I do hope you understand.”

Raine was suddenly halted, as a red aura glowed around them and was flung back, taking them out of the room, watching your form get smaller and smaller the faster they were dragged down the hall until the doors closed.

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You awoke in your quarters, body aching. You tried to stretch, but winced in pain when you tried to raise your arms. You rubbed your wrist, looking ver at your desk to find a note, and curiously hobbled over to it.

The note was from Emperor Belos, congratulating you on your most recent mission, and that the Scout Captain had to take you too to your room due to your hard work. It made you feel proud, knowing that all the hard work was beginning to pay off, that even the Emperor recognised it.

You would've jumped up in joy, but you felt too exhausted. Your body felt like it had ran all across the body of the Titan. Slowly, you grabbed your clothes and got dressed, as the note also said there was a coven head meeting today.

It was more like an observation along with a few other scouts proficient in a type of magic that’ll be useful for future missions. Yours was bard, you had seen the coven head a few times, they were fairly new, possibly been working for six months or so, but you had yet to speak to them properly, rather than through letters or indirect messages through scouts. You hoped you'd be able to speak to them today.

But your hope went away the minute the meeting was over. You knew the head witch didn't like people, but they didn't even look in your general direction when you greeted them or when they left. Even the other coven heads flashed you a glance of sympathy, or pity, you could never really tell.

You decided to follow them, needing to discuss notes and plans for an upcoming mission, but they disappeared without a trace, leaving you standing there in the corridor beyond confused. They only just left, so they couldn't have gotten far, so you trekked down the corridor, asking scouts if they had seen the head witch, with only having no every time.

You huffed in annoyance until a creak caught your attention. Behind a painting, was a dark narrow stairway. Somewhere in the back of your mind told you you'd been here before, it felt so familiar, so you followed the steps up, as you got closer, you could hear the sounds of a soft melody from a violin.

It sounded beautiful, peaceful almost, if not for the sad tonal shift every so often. When you opened the door, there sat the head witch, sitting on the balcony.

You knew better than to disturb them, but you summoned a flute, and played along, not knowing where the urge to play came from, let alone the song.

They turned upon hearing your instrument and gazed at you with shock and surprise, before smiling softly and continued playing alongside you.

"It's a lovely song. Did you write it yourself?" You asked after a while of silence when the music stopped, sitting beside them, staring at the skull of the titan.

"I did. It was for someone special to me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Immediately feeling regret, you stood, wanting to leave. They grabbed you hand softly, pulling you back.

"Don't be, it was nice to play it with someone after so long." They turned to face you, the tips of their ears burning a light red.

"How did you know what to play?"

"I'm not sure. I just felt like I heard it before and was drawn to it." You scratched your head, unsure yourself of your own answer, but the head witch laughed.

"Music does make you feel that way. You're very talented."

"Oh please, no where near as talented as you head witch."

"Please, call me Raine."

Darius:

Darius sat, quietly waiting. You had been summoned to the throne room, but you didn't say what for, only that Belos wanted to speak with you. He tried to convince you to send an illusion, if anything should happen, but you held his hand told him not to worry, that you'd be fine.

But that was an hour ago, Darius knew Belos well enough that something would've happened, using your own mind against you. So when the doors finally opened, he leapt up. You walked out, scratching the back of your head, and Darius saw red, assuming the worst and bolted to you.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" He asked, holding your face gently, but you jumped back in surprise.

"Head witch?"

"Its alright, you don't need to pretend anymore."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what you mean." You took his hands off your face gently, placing them at is side, only having a confused look plastered across your face.

"What?" He looked at you in disbelief, you weren't a good actor, better than Adrian, but not by much, so the look and your tone was very real.

"Excuse me." You brushed past him, walking away and disappearing down the corridor. Darius clenched his fists, and stormed into the throne room, causing the doors to slam, Belos sighed at the scene.

"What did you do to them?" Darius yelled, abomination goo beginning to float around him.

"Calm down head witch, you'll only hurt yourself." Belos said all to calmly.

"I did what must've been done. You knew the rules, yet here you are breaking them. I knew you were rebellious, but I thought your time as head witch would've shut that out." Belos stood from his throne, walking towards Darius.

"May I remind you of what happens to witches who rebel?"

Belos summoned his staff, a red aura surrounded it, and images of petrified witches flooded Darius's mind, making him wince and grip his head in pain.

"I'll allow a mess up like this once, but no more."

Belos walked out of the room, leaving Darius standing there. Belos had wiped your memory of him, or most of them. He knew someone he could go to, but the idea of talking to him on a personal level made him nauseous.

"You want me to send you to their mindscape so you can repair their memories?" Adrian stood in the doorway of his office, barley awake.

"Trust me, you're the last person I want to go to but-"

"But I'm the only one who can do mind magic." He stated smugly.

"Vitimir can make a potion, but it'll take too long."

"Hmm." Adrian pondered, placing a finger on his chin.

"Sorry, no can do."

"What why?" Darius stepped forward, but Adrian placed a finger on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Mind magic is complicated. For all we know I could make things worse. Besides, you don't want to be seen as a traitor, do you? I know what your plan is, I could very easily report it." His tail swayed in anticipation, and Darius stood there dumbfounded, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Sorry old friend." Adrian shut the door in his face and he sighed rubbing his hand down his face.

"Adrian always make other peoples days so much worse." Your soft voice broke him form his thoughts and he rapidly turned to face you.

"That's why I try not to talk to him." You laughed a little, but gasped when the stack of paper nearly slipped from your grip.

"Usually I don't, but unfortunately I needed to." Darius took some of the papers from you, easing the load.

"Anything I could help with?"

"You look like you've got enough in your hands, but either way, sadly not." He looked at the ground, and began to walk away, but looked back at you.

"Well come on."

"Oh, you don't need to do that head witch, you've got far more important duties than mine." You said catching up, about to take your work from him when he handed it to an abomination.

"Trust me, if I had work to be doing right now I would be." He walked off, head held high, clutching his cape. The abomination held out a hand, wanting your papers, so you reluctantly gave them to it and followed after him.

You both sat down in a work booth, Darius presenting you your favourite drink, which you sipped happily away at. Somewhere deep inside of you wondered how he knew, and why he had a small smile on his face when you exclaimed your excitement the drink, but the quicker the thought came, it went, a red glow coming from your sigil, suddenly confused what you were curious at.

Adrian:

Adrian rushed to the healing wing, shoving whoever was in his way to the floor. Panic rose in him, struggling for breath as he slammed the door open.

"Where are they?"

Hettie walked over, hands raised, trying to stop Adrian from storming over.

"They're here, but you need to stay back. We don't know what condition they're in right now."

"I don't care. I need to see them. They need to know I'm here."

He tried pushing himself off Hettie, but her grip was too strong. He soon gave up, breathing jagged as she got one of the nurses to fetch him a chair.

Hours passed by without hearing of anything, he crunched the note he had received in his hand. A note from Belos, stating that he would've been in big trouble, but has decided a punishment fitting for him, with the necklace he gifted you attached to it. Adrian wrapped the necklace around his hand, and brought it up to his mouth, trying to calm himself down.

Some of the other coven heads stopped by to see how he was doing, and if there was any news, most of the time, it was Darius. He didn't like Adrian at the best of times, but still felt somewhat sorry for him. They knew of Adrian's secret relationship with you, and all agreed to keep it secret, since Adrian had actually begun to work hard and wasn't as much of a pain in their side as usual.

They asked him what had happened, as all they heard was that you were in an accident on a mission but he told them he didn't know either, sounding defeated.

Adrian's foot bounced up and down against the floor at rapid speed, until Hettie opened the door, giving him a saddened look.

"How are they? Can I see them?"

He jumped off his chair, tail flicking around nervously, but Hettie only came closer and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"They're fine, but there's a small complication."

"What do you mean?"

"She doesn't remember anything recently."

"So what? Not remembering missions isn't that bad." Adrian said, sounding unsure when he mentioned a mission.

"Adrian. They don't remember your time together."

Adrian's face fell. Surely she was joking? Her face will break with a crack at the lips, and she'll howl with laughter. But she never did.

"We asked them the last thing they remembered, and they said it was a coven meeting to introduce us to the new golden guard yesterday. "

"It was two years ago." Adrian barely whispered, taking Hettie's hand off his shoulder, staring down at the floor.

"You can still see them, but just be prepared. It's going to be hard, for both of you."

"Why don't they remember?" Adrian's eyes widened, knowing it had something to do with Belos, but he couldn't figure out what, it was all to much for him to think about.

"We don't know yet."

"Well, don't just stand there it's your job. Just figure it out."

When he pulled back the curtain gently, he saw you, smiling and talking with some of the nurses. A small grin tugged at his lips. You were always kind and chatting with others.

Hearing the curtain being pulled back, you turned to face the head witch, confused, but welcomed his presence.

"Good morning, head witch. Dont tell me you've got the common mould too?"

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Hettie and Adrian sat down with you and gently that you weren’t here for mould medicine.

You told them you were just in a meeting and were told you fainted, but when Hettie continued to explain that happened tow years ago, you became frightened. You didn't know what they were talking about, or why the illusion coven head was here.

Seeing the panicked look on your face, Adrian told her to stop, and its best you got some rest. So he left you that evening, telling you he'd back tomorrow, but when you questioned why, he couldn't answer.

As Adrian walked back to his quarters, Belos passed by down the corridor, making him stop in his tracks.

"This is what happens when you can't follow orders Graye. Disobey me again, and I'll make sure their fate is set in stone."

He slunk down the corridor. He failed a mission, and you were being punished, Belos just barely allowed you two together when he saw a difference in his work, but warned that if he failed, he would be punished. Adrian didn't sleep that night, every time he closed his eyes, nightmares filled his head.

The next morning, Adrian came to your hospital room, looking slightly more dishevelled than he usually does. You asked if he was alright, but shut it down, telling you he was fine. Over the course of the day, he filled you in on everything, at first you didn't believe him, but seeing the way he acted and the way he talked about old memories, convinced you, so that evening he took you home, to get you back into some form of normality.

Adrian summoned the construction head witch to create an extra bedroom and shower for you, so to not make you uncomfortable, but to hopefully trigger some memories or at least t get you used to your old life again. You looked around Adrian's room, the colour blue splashed everywhere. But you saw photos, missions, or even nights out of you two together. You held them in your hand, but you just didn't feel anything or a sense of remembrance.

Soon, months flew by, Adrian, still determined, you became close again, like friends, but he started to worry if this was what you wanted. He asked you one night if you still wanted to live with him, have time figure things out for yourself, feeling like he was keeping you prisoner here. But you chose to stay, telling him that although it's been small things that came back to you, you knew there's something about him that made you want to stay.

He accepted your response but always held that offer out to you, which you understood.

You said good night to each other, and closed your door, leaving him standing in his living room, hands in his pockets. He sighed and turned to play some music and tapped his foot along to the beat. It was your favourite song. He played it from time to time when you were asleep.

"I feel like I've heard this before."

Your voice pulled him from his trance, and he turned to you, slowly walking closer, fiddling with your hands.

"It was your favourite. It's a nice song, isn't it?"

"It's beautiful."

"We used to dance to this all the time" He rest a hand on top of the speaker, as you stood next to him.

"We can if you like? Dance to it I mean."

He stared at you, but nodded. You took his hands and gently swayed, you leant your head into his shoulder and took the lead, much to his surprise. He wrapped his tail around your waist as you moved, with him following your movement.

It was enough to give him something to hold onto.

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Tuco Salamanca X Y/n

'BELIEVE ME PLEASE'

THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING:

- may not follow the plot of brb/bcs

- nsfw/fluff

- violence

- (fem reader)

"Don't read if your a sensitive fuck"

Enjoy 😋

Y/n works for in management account job downtown Albuquerque, how she made her connections with the cartel and became a 'friend of the cartel' is a blessing in disguise..?

Domingo Gallardo Molina known as 'Krazy8' The biggest mistake you ever made of dating such a coward like him...Making you a hostage of the Cartel.

Part 1 (support for more!) ❤️

Domingo was a addict but you thought maybe he could change his addictions.You always told him to quit. But you also knew being with this kind of person would backfire quickly but you also felt guilty and responsible because he had no escape from his addiction and affairs with the drugs/drug dealing business. This would lead y/n and Domingo to break up sooner or later..

y/n seeing her friends photos she posted later night seeing as the decor of the party looked very similar to your boyfriend Domingos house, even such you even saw Domingo in the background of the picture. You started to feel angry and pissed how could he have a party and tell me nothing about this!? He even texted you later that night that he was 'busy'. Y/n drove there to see lights and music so loud you could hear it from outside, you opened the door and you passed by rushing through the flock of people, screaming Domingo name, nowhere to be seen you enter his room wich was upstairs opening to see your best friend and your now ex-boyfriend hands on eachother sucking eachother souls..Even to notice the white dash of powder on the night stand..

Domingo turning around to see who's at the door "we're bus-" Domingo's eyes widen to see y/n at the door almost tearing up to the scene she had now faced.

"y/n, wait, let me explain.." Domingo said as he sat up to face y/n .

Y/n running out of the house, that house felt like burning hell."y/n wai-" Domingo looking back to see where she disappeared off, suddenly y/n friends hand was on his shoulder "you don't need her, you have me Dommy" she said Domingo silenced himself for a minute and continued what he was doing earlier that night.

That was a Month ago

Y/n has gone through worse so she did kind off forget about him,, until one night she was working long shifts till 10pm because of the apartment she was staying at, topped up her rent making her stress pile up. Such as she started to get this feeling that was was getting watched..or getting followed by the same car as days go pass.

y/n working for a small accountant management company she didn't get paid much, paid even below minimum wage for the stuff she does. After that long shift it's now 10:20pm ,,she had to finish some stuff up before making her the last person to leave that building, having this said, you walked over to your car which started to feel weird, you could feel a dangerous threat coming your way that night, Just the second you put your hand on the handle of your car you were gaged by 2 men that you couldn't picture correctly,, and a cloth with whatever substance there was on it, making her unconscious.

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2:30am

Y/n woke up .. you woke up, your eyes swollen, seeing nothing you finally get the blindfold from your eyes removed, your eyes squinted from the distress and the high amount of the light in the place you were. Tied to a chair ,mouth still gaged, you've been gaged for so long your mouth was now red and swollen same with your eyes. You open you eyes wider you realize you'rein a room, a shack it looked like..before questioning..

"Buenos días perra"

Your brain finally clicked to the sound of his voice , you struggle to move, as you kept shifting side to side on the chair you were on,, struggling to break free, or to get the slightest bit of comfort."MMMM, MMM"

Muffle sound came out of your mouth. You look around your surroundings and see men holding weapons like you were a criminal, but one stood out most, there was a man a older man in a brightly coloured shirt which enhanced the figure of his body ,sitting crossed-armed like he was waiting for you to wake up, He could see the panic in your eyes when you started to tear up thinking what you gotten yourself in to .

"Ayyy, Ayy relax.. just answer some questions for me.." the man said slowly getting up from his chair and equipping the knife that was on the table beside him and waved it around.."MMMM, MMMm" you panicked with your mouth muffled with the gag around your mouth, He slowly walked behind you, making you think worse teasing you, but he actually was there to remove the gag from your mouth.

"WHO ARE YOU, WHY IM I HER-"

'SMACK' he slapped you..Your left side of the cheek started to sting and burn up from the power of the slap.

"SHUT UP!" Demanded the stranger sending shock waves down your brain.

"W-why am I here" you said softly listening to his command feeling smitten. He went to go sit on his chair again.

"Your boyfriend,,your silly boyfriend" His devilish laughter echoed the whole place filled with his body guards who also looked warned by is laughter.

A moment of silenced appeared..with a serious face he pulled.

"He stole my FUCKING DRUGS" he takes out his gun which he lifts up from his belt into his hands standing up from his slouching position on the chair.

You knew who it was, fucking Domingo he was your first boyfriend ever so it had to be him..

Tears starting occurring at the water line of your eye soon after a stream appeared with you clenching your teeth as you didn't want to show you were effected by him making your face turn away from this stranger now facing your thighs.

You hear his footsteps coming closer to you, He grabs your hair, making you face him. "Where is he." This man said making intense eye contact.

"last chance. Where is he."

" I-i don't know..w-were not together anymore" you said in a shaking voice, he grabbed your hair harder.

You screamed " I DONT KNOW " which then you later regretted "please don't k-kill me I'll do anything.." You closer your eyes for a second but next thing you know he lets go of your hair and shoves a gun into your mouth, your eyes widen you look into his eyes with tears flowing like rivers down your face..You would of done anything in that moment to not loose your life over someone like domingo..

your muffled voice shouted "WAIT WAIT WAIT" the voice was muffled but enough to know what you were saying.

"what" the man said with a quick and ordering way.

He was getting angry now, you could see the fire in his eyes growl as you was testing his patience,, he removed the gun out of your mouth which now was pointing to the middle of your forehead.

"Speak, Now." He was pissed, you could feel the shivers down your spine as he spoke.

He lowers his gun to his hips and turns to one of his men behind him, "What happened to Lopez" he said to the man.

"heh,,you like drugs right, haha" you started to sweat

"which, which means you've got a lot of money so so so..I'm a accountant, i-ill work for you, i can launder your money." You closed your eyes waiting for his response you said.

"You killed him boss.." he said in a nodd

His devilish laugh was reintroduce again into the room. Then he faced you with a serious face with now the gun pointing at your forehead again,

"What about Domingo huh, still don't wanna talk" he said

You finally saw hope, a pass to live, but with danger. He squatted infront on you and waved his gun about when talking,

"We b-broke up a month ago, please believe me, I'll do anything.."

A second went pass...

"Fuck up this and your gone" his eyes WARNED you , maybe you should of died instead..

He walked out the room placing the gun back into his belt, his guard giving him a nodd as he left and they turned their attention to you as they dropped you off that night at your apartment, you felt sick to your stomach and looked sick yourself...

PART 2 COMING SOON!!!!!

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IKIGAI (or A REASON FOR BEING) — CHAPTER ONE

"She noticed there was something different about the boy's face. The almond shape of his eyes was accentuated, and Lia had never seen anyone with slightly Japanese features before. Although at the time she was a six-year-old girl who barely knew how to put a name to the most basic emotions, from that first time she saw Noah Sebastian she was taken with his features."

Warnings: This part of the story contains mentions of domestic abuse and substance intake, alcohol issues, child neglect and such, + sexual innuendos and events (if you squint).

Chapter tags: childhood, meeting for the first time, found family, Japanese folklore and mythology, mentions of parents' neglect towards children. Word count: 3.900 | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

Also, English is not my mother-tongue, so please bear with me and let me know if there's anything that needs fixing! :)

CHAPTER 1

Lia is 6. Noah is 7.

As a boy, when he lived with his grandparents in the United States and his grandmother walked him to school every morning, Noah spent hours enraptured in the Japanese stories and legends about honor, family, love and money that his grandma gladly shared with him as she enjoyed the afternoon breeze on the porch, with little Noah sitting cross-legged on the floor watching her wide-eyed and listening to her with more attention than he had paid at school.

At no time during those afternoons spent in the company of the only family he had left, with the birdsong in the background and the sound of wind chimes enveloping them in a blanket of comfort and peace, accompanied by the smell of grass and the scent of the flowers his grandmother so lovingly tended, did Noah think there was more to those legends than the magic those and myths carry, and that he himself would be caught up in the plots of those tales.

In a house plunged in darkness and shrouded in the stench of tobacco and damp, one November night Lia Parker was born, with big brown eyes and a desolate cry. The tears she shed during her first minutes of life could have filled empty lakes. The arms of a father who could have also cried when his daughter came into the world never came to hold her.

Sometimes, at night, she would cry for her mother's attention. She would hold her in her arms for a while, but when she got tired she would put Lia back in the crib and disappear, leaving Lia unsatisfied, her eyes still teary and her lip trembling.

Throughout her infancy, she lacked her mother's hugs, kisses and smiles. Instead, Lia spent her best moments in corners of the house, with toys and crayons that hadn't been meant for her, entertaining herself in a world that was not exactly real. Later, men began to arrive. Lia was still too young to understand who they were or what they were doing there. What she did know was that none of them were her father, and every day and every night that she saw them come in and out of the house, she looked at them with the longing of a child who has never known the love of a father but longs for it with all her innocent soul.

Lia began to understand what was happening at the age of five. She began to understand that something was not right at home, and that her life was not like that of other children. It was at that age when, one ordinary Saturday morning, Lia met Noah.

Lia was sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk in front of her house. She was bored, and the only thing that seemed to keep her a little busy was pulling weeds that managed to grow through the cracks in the pavement. She had grown tired of painting on the asphalt with the chalk her mother had bought her last week, after remembering that Lia's birthday had been last month. That day, she was wearing pants that were too small for her and a white T-shirt with dirty spots here and there. Her long hair was falling over her face. And she had a bruise on her elbow from the fall in the garden three days ago, when she had been chasing a brown rabbit. There was a nice breeze and it wasn't too hot. It was the perfect day for a picnic, although that was something Lia's mother would never do. She hated spending time outside. The bugs, the plants, the humidity... She hated all of those things. She didn't even have plants in the house. She said they were a nuisance, another responsibility she didn't have time for. For that reason, the garden at the back of the house was nothing more than a neglected patch of ground that had been taken over by mosquitoes, dragonflies, and a few moles. For Lia it was an adventure paradise. Sometimes she would spend hours counting the different types of flowers there. Other times she would try to catch the moles that lived under her house, and sometimes she would just sit on the porch steps, look around and draw and color in her notebooks. The house where Lia lived wasn't small, but it was too big for her and her mother. Despite how neglected it was and the dust that was gathering in the corners and especially in the rooms that no one entered, Lia took advantage of the situation and turned her home into a maze of possibilities and nooks and crannies where she could find something new to entertain herself with or learn from every day. It could be said that Lia grew up practically alone in those walls, because if her mother's negligence had come to be known by an outsider, Lia would have surely been taken away from that place in no time. However, it's not that easy to know what's going on behind closed doors...

Noah was the first person to cross that house's doors and find out. Unfortunately, Noah was just another kid like her, a year older, innocent and ignorant, and he had no power whatsoever in his hands to change the world, even though he was about to change someone's life.

The Saturday morning that Noah found Lia, Lia's mother was not at home. She hadn't even slept there, and Lia was already more than used to nights alone in the house, where dinners were reduced to the apples that weren't rotten in the kitchen and the odd bag of chips in one of the cupboards by the dashboard. Lia's room faced the back, and when the weather was nice she slept with the window open so that the sound of crickets would drift into the room and keep her company.

Noah was riding his bike that morning with two other friends, schoolmates and neighbors. Of the three, Noah was the quietest, but also the most curious and the most determined. So he hung back when he saw the girl sitting on the sidewalk, crestfallen and hiding her face behind a curtain of brown hair. He slowed down, put his feet on the ground and watched her. She did not seem to notice him. She was engrossed in pulling weeds, as if there was nothing more interesting to do that day.

There was something strange about her. Noah couldn't see it, but he could definitely feel it, otherwise he wouldn't have stood a few feet away from her and wouldn't have been watching her for a whole minute without saying anything.

Noah had seen girls before, of course. He was always surrounded by boys and girls and when he wasn't at home with his grandparents he was at Nick's or Mike's or at some birthday party, but he had never seen one alone, in the middle of the street, and with no adult in sight.

A butterfly fluttered around Lia and landed in her hair. Lia must have noticed it, because she raised her head and tried to find the suspect, only succeeding in getting the butterfly to take flight again and fly away from her, doing a dance in the air that seemed to mean 'see you soon'.

"Hi," greeted Noah, still self-absorbed. Lia noticed his presence and landed her big brown eyes on the boy in the middle of the street. Noah was sure he had never seen anyone with eyes like those before. She looked surprised, as if she wasn't used to seeing people passing by, and suddenly, she smiled, showing her milk teeth. "I'm Noah".

"Nowah?" She tried to repeat it very slowly. She had never heard that name before. She dropped the last grass clippings she had plucked from the ground and rubbed her palm on her pants.

"Noah," he repeated, a little louder this time. "What's your name?"

"Lia." She said her name with her chin up and her smile even bigger, happy to be able to tell someone who she was, to let them know she existed.

"I like it."

"I like it too," Lia replied, shaking her shoulders. She noticed that there was something different about the boy's face. The almond shape of his eyes was accentuated, and Lia had never seen anyone with slightly Japanese features before. Although at the time she was a six-year-old girl who barely knew how to put a name to the most basic emotions, from that first time she saw Noah Sebastian she was taken with his features.

"Your parents let you be out here alone, on the street?"

Noah's question didn't surprise her. Lia responded by telling him that she didn't have a father, and that her mother didn't mind her being there. At that point, she knew that her mom was a weird mother. She did things that other parents didn't. Then she frowned and cocked her head a little bit to the side, examining Noah and the bike he was riding.

"Do your parents let you be out on the street with your bike? It's dangerous, isn't it?"

Noah wanted to tell her that he didn't have a father, either, and that he barely saw his mom, but decided to refrain from doing so.

"I'm not alone," Noah replied. "Nick's mother is walking Rudolph," he pointed to a woman approaching from a distance, holding a German shepherd on a frayed black leash. "Besides, we're just walking around the block. Nick and I live three blocks up the street." He waved his arm again and pointed down the street behind him. Lia had only crossed that street a few times, when she'd had to accompany her mother to routine doctor's appointments when they couldn't afford the bus fare.

"Do you and Nick live together?" Lia was interested. She could imagine how much fun it must be to have friends or siblings and live with them.

"No, we're neighbors".

"So we're neighbors too?" She asked, the smile creeping back onto her lips. There was a tiny dimple on her right cheek.

Noah found himself smiling in return.

"I guess. Do you have a bike?"

Lia shook her head.

An approaching car honked and Noah stepped aside, moving in penguin strides so he could drag the bike with him. He took the opportunity to move a little closer to Lia, who pushed her hair out of her face with one hand. Her cheeks were red from the sun.

"If you had a bike you could come ride with me, Nick and Mike. Sometimes we go to the lake, Nick's parents let Rudolph loose, and we pedal really fast until Rudolph catches up."

"My mom doesn't have money to buy me a bike. And we don't have a dog either."

"Do you have roller skates?"

She shook her head again.

"My mom says only rich people have those things."

Noah frowned.

"I'm not rich, but I have some I don't use anymore. I could give them to you."

"I don't know how to skate."

"You can learn."

"Why do you want to give me your skates? Is your name really Noah? My mother says we shouldn't talk to strangers, and we shouldn't tell lies."

One of the few sensible things she'd ever said to her daughter.

"My grandmother says that too," Noah replied. "But you're not a stranger. You're a child, like me."

Lia moved her shoulders up and down. He seemed to have a point.

"My mother won't teach me to skate."

"I can teach you. Can you ride a bike?"

Another 'no'.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

Before Lia answered, Noah had swung a leg over the trunk of the bike and was steering it by the handlebars to Lia. She stood up, running her hands down her pants to wipe them off.

"Here you go".

Lia looked at Noah uncertainly, somewhat fearfully, but then he smiled at her and said he would hold the bike while she pedaled.

He tried to remember how his grandfather had held the bike while he taught him to pedal, a year before. While it was effortless for him to hold the bike when he was on it, with Lia's weight and from the side it wasn't so easy.

When Lia lifted her feet off the ground, the bike wobbled, and Noah pursed his lips, frowning at the strength and amount of focus it took to keep the bike upright. Lia's hair was streaming down her face and her knuckles were white from the grip on the handlebars. At that moment, the safety of her tiny body depended on Noah, the boy who had taken a shine to her uniqueness and who'd been kinder than her own mother had ever been to her.

A few yards away from them, down the opposite street, Nick's mother was approaching, holding Rudolph back to keep him from running off in the direction Nick and Mike had gone, ahead of Noah, who always stayed behind prying or enraptured in the sounds coming from places he couldn't see. She didn't want to raise her voice, so the woman hurried to catch up with Noah and the girl he was with and find out what was going on.

Noah waited until Lia had her feet on the pedals. The girl was wearing worn white Adidas sneakers, with a hole in the toe of the left shoe, and colorful socks. He instructed her to pedal. As soon as she did, a car came around the corner at the other end of the road, startling her. She let go of the handlebars and stood up straight. The movement of her body induced a flow of weight that Noah was unable to handle, and in less than three seconds, both Lia and he were on the ground, Nick's mother rushing over with Rudolph running beside her, and the bike lying on the road.

Noah pulled himself to his feet. He had fallen on his butt and barely hurt himself. Nick's mother grabbed him by the shoulders to examine him with wide eyes. He could only look at Lia, who was sitting on the floor and staring at her knee, where the fabric of her jeans had torn and a little blood was leaking out.

"Honey, did you hurt yourself?" Nick's mother was quick to ask before Noah could react.

The car had passed by, and now the ones approaching were Nick and Mike, pedaling as if their lives depended on it. Rudolph had also approached Lia and sniffed her.

Despite the stinging that was coming alive in her knee, Lia could only think about Noah's bike, and whether it was her fault in case it was broken. Her lower lip trembled, but she made an effort to keep herself in check, as she had so often done at home when her mother had reproached her for crying too easily, and she pushed her hair out of her face to shake her head and give the grown woman a look of redress.

"You're bleeding," Noah stated.

"Honey, are your parents home?"

Lia shook her head. Again.

She saw the woman look in the direction of her house with a frown, uncertainty crossing her face. She was thinking about something.

"Is there someone we can call?"

When Lia shook her head one more time, the woman gave a sigh and helped her to her feet.

"What happened?" Nick, who had just caught up with them and slowed down, asked. Next to him, Mike did the same. They both looked at Lia with the same curiosity with which Noah had looked at her the first time. "Who are you?"

"My name is Lia. I'm six years old," she answered. "I'm sorry," she said next, turning to Noah.

He was about to answer when Nick's mother decided that Lia should walk with them until they were back home, where she could tend to her wound and disinfect it, and then take her back to her house and, if it wasn't too much, wait for her parents to arrive to explain what had happened. As usual, she wondered the same thing Noah had asked her: how a girl of her age was alone in the street, without adult supervision.

"It will heal by itself," Lia muttered, touching her wound. "I fell in the garden the other day. Look," she showed her the wound on her elbow.

Nick's mother felt a tugging feeling inside her.

"When there's a wound, you have to tend it, honey. Make sure it doesn't get infected".

Without further ado, she touched Lia's back and urged her to join them. Behind them, Noah picked up his bike, all in one piece, and they all started moving back to their street. Rudolph stuck close to Lia and spent part of the journey raising his head to her and looking at the girl with something which appeared to be a smile. The dog managed to relieve some of the burning sensation she felt in her knee. He even made her laugh softly a couple of times. Nick and Mike asked her questions from their bikes, some slightly uncomfortable questions, and Noah remained behind the group, pushing his bike silently and not taking his eyes off Lia's back. There was a stain there that looked like an airplane.

Lia never set foot in Nick's house, at least not that day. She would do so later, when she was a little older and Nick invited her to his birthday party, where she would see him play the drums for the first time, a hobby his father had been fond of since he was very young.

Lia was taken care of at Noah's house, a place that was undoubtedly in better condition than hers and much nicer. The first thing that struck her about the place was the number of different plants and flowers that filled the front garden. Lia literally ran up to one of those plants and knelt down, placing a small hand just below the flower's petals as she looked at it with her eyes wide open and her mouth agape. Rudolph had pulled Nick's mother to run after her and stopped beside the girl, looking at her curiously. Lia looked at the flowers as if they were a treasure.

"It's a marigold!"

"How do you know?" Noah asked, dropping the bike on the other side of the garden and crossing the stone path to stand next to her.

"I really like flowers."

"So does my grandma."

No doubt Noah's grandmother loved flowers; she had spent much of her life studying and caring for them in her own garden.

Lia first saw Noah's grandmother just two minutes after she became enraptured caressing the petals of the marigold flower. The woman was an older, short lady with long white hair pulled back in a bun. She was dressed in a long summer dress covered by an apron when she opened the door and welcomed her into her home. She had the same eyes as Noah, though the almond shape was even more pronounced.

Lia couldn't hide the smile that crossed her face.

From the first moment, sixty-five-year-old Hana proved her gentle demeanour and was delighted to have a guest in her home. She welcomed Lia without prejudice, although Noah knew his grandmother well enough to recognize some of the typical adult expressions, and he knew early on that his grandma felt uneasy and worried about the little girl. Hana had asked her a few questions, had asked about her parents, about her mother, and all she got were disinterested answers, some even elusive, and she didn't like the way Lia looked either: wild hair, small and worn clothes, the torn sneakers, and whatever it was that was hiding in that girl's big brown eyes.

As she cleaned and disinfected her knee wound, Hana told Lia about flowers and how many of them she had in the garden. She told her that once she returned home and told her mother what happened, she could ask for permission and go back there and help her tend the flowers if she felt like it. They only lived three blocks away.

From the side of the couch, still standing, Noah watched as his grandmother tended to Lia and as the girl nodded her head vehemently, elated and not at all bothered by the intrusion of the alcohol on her torn skin. Noah thought she was a very strong girl. He got hurt months before and had burst into tears as his grandmother applied an alcohol-soaked gauze pad to the wound.

With Lia's cleaned and a band-aid over it to protect it, Hana stood up and asked the children if they were hungry. They both nodded. When they were left alone, Lia looked around, impressed by the cleanliness of the place and the amount of interesting and strange things in every corner. She was about to get up and start browsing, but then Noah asked if she wanted to see his room, and Lia gave in to following him upstairs.

"Where are your parents?" She asked suddenly, before reaching the first floor. Although she had been engrossed in the house, the part of her that missed her own mother prompted her to ask Noah about his own, and about his father, too, of course.

"I don't know my father," Noah replied without bothering to turn around and look at her. He continued walking toward his room at the end of the hall.

Lia held her breath for a couple of seconds. She had thought she was the only person in the world who didn't know her father, but then there was Noah. How strange and... wonderful, at the same time. She didn't feel that lonely anymore. She could share her ache with him and he could share it with her, if he needed to. They would learn to manage that complicated pain in their hearts together.

"And my mom... I haven't seen her in a while. Maybe she's with your mom."

The suggestion made Lia shake her head.

"No. My mother doesn't like other moms," Lia replied, entering Noah's room. "She's always with men."

Downstairs, Hana thought about how curious it was that a girl like Lia had caught her grandson's attention, although, come to think of it, maybe it wasn't so strange. Noah was a curious, determined and daring child, sometimes even fearless, which worried his grandparents too much, and Lia was unlike anything he had known so far. Despite the concern for the child, Hana decided to focus on preparing Noah and Lia something to eat, at least this way she would make sure Lia ate something, because she was very thin, and then she would walk her home, with Noah's company, of course.

However, Hana, loaded with knowledge about her home-country's culture -a Japan that to this day was far from what it'd been during her childhood-, couldn't help but return to all those legends and myths she had heard about from her elder relatives when, that same afternoon, Noah, returning home after putting the bicycle in the garage, approached her to show her the red thread he had found tangled in the bike's pedal.

The string had come loose from one of Lia's socks, and now he was holding it in his hand.

#noah sebastian fic #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens band #the inevitability of love at second sight #ikigai #noah sebastian

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A Cozy Evening

Summary: A snowstorm is building up outside and you hunker down with Astarion, a fire, some cider, and your knitting. For the #BG3HolidayFluffle23 prompt "cozy"

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav(reader)

Tags: post-game, knitting, coziness, short utter domestic FLUFF

The snow was coming down fast enough to make it hard to see, thick clouds blocking the sun and making everything look flat and dim.

You hurried down the last few streets, wishing you could wipe the snow from your face but not willing to put down your armful of baskets.

“Oh my gosh!” you exhaled as you tumbled through your front door, muffled by your scarf. “Boo was right about this storm!” You put your baskets and packages on the dining table and stripped off your mittens and unwound your scarf and peeled off your powder-dusted cloak. “Astarion?”

That was odd, he usually welcomed you home with a light complaint about taking too long or a whine about the cat not loving him as much as you or some other ridiculousness. He couldn't have gone out. The sun was still up, although between the thick clouds and the heavy snow, it was hard to tell.

You kicked off your boots, wiggling your very cold toes. The shopping could wait to be put away, you wanted to get warm first.

You had left Astarion sitting in his armchair by the fireplace with a book. When you walked closer, you saw his book on the arm of the chair, but Astarion was nowhere to be seen. And on the fur in front of the fire was a pile of blankets.

“Astarion?” you asked in disbelief, poking the pile with your toe. You could just see the tip of Astarion's ear as he lay facedown on the fur.

“‘S warm,” he mumbled. “Fell asleep.”

“Can't blame you there.” The house was much colder than normal and Astarion loved being warm, even if this seemed a little extreme. He must have had at least three blankets piled on him. “Make space for me?”

With a groan, he rolled onto his side and moved the blankets so that you could sit down in front of him. He started to curl around you, then hissed. “You're cold.”

“Give me a minute, I just got home. I was half snow monster by the time I got to the door.” You'd gone out a few hours ago to get some last minute supplies for the storm, in case you were stuck inside for days. Food and treats for you, healing potions and scrolls so Astarion could drink from you without worry, and a few new books, among other things.

“Did Gorukk have anything good today?” Astarion's voice was slow & deep with sleep.

“Mm-hm.” You wanted to stroke the tip of his ear, slightly flushed from the heat, but your fingers were still chilled. “A history and two romances that looked decent. I also got a guide to Zakhara, if we want to pretend we're somewhere warm.”

“I am somewhere warm.”

“You can't stay on the floor forever.”

“Watch me.” He rolled back over onto his stomach with a small huff.

You slowly got to your feet, but one of Astarion's hands snuck out to grab your ankle.

“I'm just going to get some cider. If we’re going to stay on the floor, I want to be cozy too.” You extracted your foot from long pale fingers which then disappeared back into the mass of blankets. Smiling, you gathered your baskets from the table and headed to the kitchen.

As you put away the groceries, you found one of your other purchases tucked under them. You stuck the package under your arm, then ladled out two steaming mugs of the cider you've had mulling on the stove all day.

You set one mug down near Astarion's buried head and put the other in front of your spot, sitting cross-legged by his stomach. With a sip of cider warming your throat, you tear off the paper wrapping of your purchase, revealing a big soft ball of yarn and a set of needles.

It had been a while since you had knit anything, but you had seen the yarn and knew it was the perfect thing to do in a snowstorm. You had fond memories of your father teaching you how to knit as you spent the days on his fishing boat, waiting for a catch.

“What's that?” Astarion's head poked out of his burrow, no doubt attracted by the sound of the paper and hoping it was a surprise for him.

“Just some yarn I picked up.” You wove the yarn through your fingers and looped it over the needles in a quick, practiced motion. You wondered if your hands would ever forget how to do this, it was as natural as breathing. “I'm going to knit some warmer socks.”

Astarion watched with fascination. The way your fingers darted to and fro, the smooth rhythm of it- it was a bit hypnotic.

“I didn't know you could do that.”

“Hush, I’m counting.” Satisfied you had cast on a decent number of stitches, you paused for some cider. “Do you want to learn?”

“I… Yes.” He sat up, pushing blankets out of the way.

You held up your project. “Hold the needles and the yarn like this,” you demonstrated, “Then, take this needle and slide it into the stitch over here. Wrap the yarn around… pull it through and off.”

You handed him the needles, putting your hands on top of his to find the right grip. “Good. Now slip the needle in… Wrap around… Oh, you're good at this.”

“You've seen me unlock chests harder than this, darling.”

“I've seen you blow them up too, so let's not get carried away,” you teased. “I haven't taught you how to purl yet.”

You were unsurprised when his fumbling beginner movements became sure and smooth within a few stitches. The things this man could do with his hands…

His grip loosened on the needles as he became more comfortable, the yarn flowing smoothly from the ball to his dexterous fingers. You smiled, cradling your mug in your hands. You could watch him all night.

“And this will become a sock?”

“After a lot of knitting, yes. And then you have to make the second one.” You grimace dramatically. “We used to carry our knitting everywhere, on the boats, in the pastures, walking to town. Any moment your hands weren't busy was a chance to be knitting.”

“Perhaps a habit to get back into. These needles could do considerable damage to someone's eye.”

You shook your head fondly. “A friend of mine stabbed someone in the thigh with one. It was horrific, it went in more than an inch. I've used one to jimmy a lock more than once.”

His eyes lit up at that. You looked up at the heavy snow swirling past your window, a small frown developing on your face.

“What are you thinking about?” Astarion asked.

You heaved a long sigh. “I should have gotten more yarn.”

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