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otherworldly-tresses · 5 months

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Fae x Reader

The Will Of Your Master

Summary: You are sent to seduce a Fae of the Summer Court at the will of your master.

Tags: monsterfucking, some mild elements of dubcon, royalty

Notes:

-Words used include: whore, slut

-Reader has breasts and a vagina, PIV sex involved

-Faeries in this setting are more insectoid and are usually very tall (about 6 and a half feet for the nobility). They have varieties of insectoid body parts, varying per individual (some have claspers, others have extra limbs, spare eyes, etc.)

-Sorry if this is not very well-edited, it's been a while since I've written/edited anything and self-editing my own work is a bit of a sore spot for reasons

-This might be a multi-parter (MIGHT)

-I'll probably edit this when I'm more awake

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The sweet scent of fae food and ethereal perfumes float through the air. The sounds of soft music and crystal drinking glasses echo across all the attendants of the ball. Laughter, singing, and casual conversation punctuates the air as Fae of all shapes, courts, and sizes dance to the live music, played from crystal instruments with no visible musicians. Only very few humans are in this party, all of whom are pets and servants of the Fae, taken for whatever reason.

You were one of them, taken from the mortal world a year ago. Any other person would have been horrified, begging for a way home. But why wouldn’t you want to live here? Your old life was miserable, marred by things outside of your control. At least here, your master afforded you some level of freedom, though the rules of the fae often eluded you.

Your Master, a tall Lord of the Winter Court was busy chatting up three specters, fae creatures that skulked about in cloaks and ominous, icy winds. By the time the night was over, they would have three more powerful allies for their inscrutable needs. They didn’t have time for you right now. But that was all right. You had a job to do for tonight, given to you a night before. You knew exactly who to approach, and what to do to them.

You weave through the crowd, casually plucking up a glass of clear wine from a passing server. Your target, Lord Lumentia of the Summer Court is fairly visible through the colors, being tall even for the Fae. He is dressed in a dizzying display of red, orange, and brown, his exquisitely pattened clothing mirroring his large, mothlike wings. He was speaking to several envoys of the Summer Court, all dressed in bright yellow, listening with rapt attention. He had always been described as a person who knew how to keep a kind, faint smile, though that smile was very easily ripped off to betray baser instincts and truer emotions.

It wouldn’t do for you to interrupt a Fae Lord’s conversation. You had to get his attention some other way. You look left and right. A commotion would cause too much of a disturbance, and unfortunately, none of the Fae around you owed you favors.

A soft voice, like spider’s silk, makes its way to your ears from behind you. “Hello, darling human. May I have this dance?”

You turn around, slightly surprised that anyone was able to sneak up on you. A stark white Winter Court Fae with eight red eyes towers over you, even taller than Master Orellia, their thin, spindly fingers reaching out to caress your face. You manage to keep your composure, curtsying before them as their thin fingers barely graze your skin. None of the other Fae around you notice, too busy with their own affairs.

You gauge your options. Even if you refused, the Fae have their ways of roping you into their will, if you weren’t careful. On the other hand, you could use this dance to your advantage somehow, if this individual was in a good mood.

You put on a smile and take the fae’s hand. Their smile widens, and you are taken into a dance. You waltz with this creature, following their overlong steps as well as you can. They ease into the rhythm of the music, their motions eerily spiderlike and silent as they follow you with pure-black eyes.

They lift your arm and you pirouette. For a moment, you spot Lord Lumentia, watching you through six eyes, the three faceless Summer Court fae also following you with their faces. Several other fae were also watching you with curiosity, some people whispering behind their hands.

You return to your dance partner. They take your hands and pull you close, bending over so that the two of you face to face. Their red eyes eyes gaze into yours, a cold, biting pressure emanating from them.

You feel the noise from around you fade away. You only have a split second of realization that you let your guard down and got charmed, before your own thoughts are subsumed by a feeling of icy dread, creeping up your senses. You cannot even break your gaze to check if the ice is real. Your entire body is rooted to the spot. You feel the silk of spiders start to wrap you in their web.

A clear voice cuts through the fog, a sunbeam through a cloud. “That’s enough for now.”

You suddenly feel your thoughts return to you and inhale sharply, realizing that you hadn’t taken a breath. You feel a warm presence next to you, like the sun. Someone puts ahand on your back, and you realize that it is Lord Lumentia, standing at your side and looking at your dance partner. He has a faint smile on his face.

“It would not do well for you to charm someone else’s subjects, Ievis.”

“Chancellor Ievis,” the pale figure hissed.

“Apologies, Chancellor.” Lord Lumentia’s smile widened, but you sense steel behind it. “I should not have forgotten your station. But imagine the harm it would do to yours if you were caught overstepping your boundaries.”

The Summer Fae waved a hand. Most of the other fae were busy with the party, but quite a few were staring at Chancellor Indalor, some with suspicion, others with disappointment.

“Now, I do not want to get in the way of your enjoyment.” Lord Lumentia continued, nodding in a farce of politeness. “There is still much time left in the night, and I have to ensure that our little friend here--” You feel his hand at your back push into you, “is unharmed.”

Chancellor Ievis watches for a moment as Lord Lumentia leads you, hand on your back, through the crowd. Normally, Lord Lumentia would be important enough for people to be jumping out of his path, but he seems to be employing some kind of spell to minimize being noticed. He gives you a quick smile as you walk, but you can sense a calculating aura from behind his golden eyes.

He leads you through the crowd to the doors leading to the balcony. They were only slightly ajar, but large enough that both Lord Lumentia and you could walk to the outside without brushing the doors. The moment you step out, the doors shut silently. Lord Lumentia’s pace quickens, and you struggle to keep up lest his hand topples you over. He leads you to the right side of the door, to the stone brick walls, well out of earshot.

“Thank you, Lord Lumentia,” you say.

The hand behind you withdraws. You look up at Lord Lumentia, his smile already gone. He regards you suspiciously, gazing down at you from his height.

“Well, well. Orellia’s pet has come to play.” His once warm tone is gone, to be replaced with something steely, but still smooth and regal. “I know they sent you for something. Those of the Winter Court never seem to be able to hold a proper conversation with us without all the scheming.”

You remain composed, and curtsy, just as you had practiced hundreds of times. “Congratulations, sire. You are correct.”

Lord Lumentia’s six eyes narrow. He steps closer and bends down, regarding you closely. After a moment, he huffs. “If he had wanted me dead, he should have sent someone fitter. A killer. You’re no killer. You don’t have the movements of one.”

“Not at all,” you respond. “I am not here to kill you. I am here to deliver Lord Orellia’s most genial regards, and an invitation.”

Lord Lumentia’s eyes narrow further. He tilts his head slowly, an owl getting the measure of a mouse. “A Summer Lord? Invited to the home of a Winter Fae? In what world would that not be an assassination attempt?”

“Lord Orellia had 9 months to kill you. And he didn’t. I assure you, they have no reason to cause you harm.” You look back into his eyes. “All he wants, my lord, is a discussion.”

Lord Lumentia chuckled.

“And he sent you to seduce me into it.”

You don’t respond. Lord Lumentia smiles a wry smile.

“It sounds like Orellia has their ear to the rumor mill. And you definitely are dressed for the occasion.” His six eyes rake over you, your blue-white dress, the thin cords only barely keeping the fabric from flying into the wind. “And what makes you think you can convince me into running headfirst towards danger?”

He lays a hand against your face, caressing it experimentally. You grasp it gently, holding his hand to your cool cheek.

“I assure you, my lord, you will be cared for as a proper guest in his realm.” As you speak, you move his hand towards your lips, so that the corners barely brush against his fingers. You sense the slightest hint of tension in his hand.

“A proper guest? How unlikely. The rest of the Winter court would surely disapprove.” He steps closer to you. You hear his wings rustling behind him.

“Which is why this will never go out to the rest of the Winter court. You could be in and out, and they would never know.” You briefly brush your lips over his fingers, and lay his hand against your cheek again. Lord Lumentia exhales as you do so. He leans forward again, your faces only inches away from each other.

You maintain eye contact and gently press your lips to each of his fingers. He watches you, a hunger flickering to life behind his gaze. You kiss his middle finger, letting your tongue linger on his warm skin for a moment. You hear a small groan emanate from his throat.

You slowly pepper his hand in more kisses, slow and sweet. You feel his breath quicken as you do so. You let your hand brush against his back, and his wings rustle.

“Have you thought about it, my lord?” you ask quietly.

Suddenly, Lord Lumentia lunges forward and pins you to the wall, lifting you up so that your toes brush the ground. He kisses you deeply, his composure shattering like glass. You kiss him back, slowly, tasting sap and wine and dust on his lips.

He groans in approval and kisses you again, elegance making way for urgency. His fingers no longer dance across your skin, but grasp your skin through your clothes, feeling you, but savoring the treat for as long as it lasts.

Your lips part, and Lord Lumentia puts you down. He still pins you to the wall. His six eyes burn with hunger, and his breath has already grown heavy.

“Not bad for Orellia’s whore,” he murmurs.

“Thank you, my lord,” you respond.

Before you can respond, he turns you around and pushes you into the wall. He kisses your neck, pressing against your body. His long hands reach into your bust. Long, warm fingers caress your skin, teasing your breasts and pressing your nipples. You can tell that he is not casting any spell, but you can feel warmth welling up inside of you. You push your hips against his crotch, grinding against him. You can already feel him getting hard under his clothes.

“It’s a shame I can’t tear this dress off you. Orellia could definitely afford another one.” You feel one of his hands rest against your leg, past the slit of your dress. He caresses you firmly, pressing against your tense thighs. He coyly avoids the inside of your legs, choosing instead to rub your leg up and down. This, combined with the attention given to your nipples, is almost enough to make you lose control of your legs.

“My lord,” you manage to gasp, in just the way that would pique his interest the most.

“Hush, little one. They might hear.” His light fingers inch closer and closer to the inside of your thigh, but nowhere near where they were needed the most. You grind against his crotch again, and he inhales, suddenly grabbing your breast firmly. You yelp, but try to immediately muffle the sound.

Lord Lumentia definitely heard you. His fingers glide over to your sex, already wet under the sheer fabrics of your dress. His warm fingertip lands on your lips and you shudder, grinding again on his cock. He strokes your labia, relishing in the muffled sounds he coaxes out of your mouth. His touch is warm, firm, but betrays a barely-concealed hunger in the way he twitches and tenses every time you squirm and moan.

“No wonder he sent you. You can’t wait to have one of the Lords inside your cunt.” Lord Lumentia makes his way to your clit, and fingers it. His touch wrenches a small moan from you. He fingers it again, and you writhe, whimpering.

“Whore.”

He inserts a finger inside of you, pressing against your walls. You instinctively jerk your hips towards him, pushing his finger deeper, another desperate moan escaping your lips.

He continues fucking you with his finger, then two, then three. Your body seems to respond on its own, jerking and bucking. Your soft whimpers and moans grow slightly louder, and your legs begin to weaken, anticipating Lord Lumentia’s cock inside of you. He is already very hard through his clothes, and you feel his hunger through the breaths he lays against your ear.

And then you feel it. Your dress is pulled up over your hips, and you feel Lord Lumentia’s throbbing cock against your sex. He slides it up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices. You whimper, thoughts already scrambled with a basal need for release.

He presses the thick head against your opening, and your knees almost buckle from the sensation. His warm breath tickles your ear.

“Beg for it,” he mutters, rubbing his cock against you, just barely pushing it inside.

“My lord… please…” you manage to sputter, through a whimper.

“Please, what?” He stops moving.

“Please don’t stop-- I need you inside me--” Was he casting a spell over you, or were your thoughts falling apart as you stood?

“Keep going. I want to hear you beg,” he murmurs, his once silky voice now a low, animalistic growl.

“My lord, please, I need you, please fuck me-”

“You can do better than that.”

“Please my lord, I need you inside of me--”

“Try again.”

“My lord, please--”

Your voice is cut off by a moan as he pushes his thick cock inside of you.

He thrusts once, forcefully, almost sending you to your knees. You manage to keep standing, legs shivering from cold and the effort required to keep you upright.

You barely have a moment to keep your thoughts together before he starts thrusting. His moans blend into the night wind, dissolving into the breeze like dust. Your moans get inelegantly loud; if anyone were to walk into the balcony, they would definitely hear. But that was not unexpected; the fae loved to have a taste of mortal flesh, when they could have it. Your fingernails fruitlessly scramble against the stone brick as he continues thrusting into you.

And you were here to weaponize that desire.

“Good little Winter slut,” he grunts. “Doing exactly as your master tells you. Do you like your reward?”

“My reward- comes from my master alone,” you manage to say.

“Oh, unsatisfied with this? Do you think they could do better?” he pants. “I’m sure you enjoy their frigid cock in you, fucking you until you can see no more.”

Before you can respond, he grabs your hips and thrusts faster, slapping your flesh, overloading your senses. You see stars as he fucks you, and you can no longer control your voice as he goes faster, moaning and grunting.

The tension in your body grows tighter and tighter, almost too much to bear, and you can feel Lord Lumentia losing control as well, his voice growing strained and his wings twitching. You take a moment to look at him, and he looks almost transformed with lust, nearing his climax. He sees you peeking, and his eyes flutter.

“You want to watch me? Watch me as I cum? Don’t take your eyes off me. Don’t you dare. Don’t you-”

And your body clenches, your walls squeezing around Lord Lumentia’s cock. The tension overflows, and you release, a ragged moan falling from your throat as your mind falls apart, and your hips tremble in ecstasy. You feel the Summer Lord twitch and jerk inside you, warm fluid flooding inside of your cunt. You can barely hear his voice as he moans, your own orgasm filling up your senses.

The climax fades, and Lord Lumentia pulls out of you, soaking wet. He turns you around and kisses you, pressing against your shuddering body.

“Well, well,” he whispers against your ear, still pinning you to the wall. His breath is heavy from exertion. “You really are quite the specimen your master managed to capture.”

“Thank you, my lord,” you exhale, brushing your leg against his. Lord Lumentia chuckles.

“You would love another round, wouldn’t you?” Lord Lumentia says, brushing a finger against your lips. “Oh, but look at you, poor thing. You’re exhausted, aren’t you?”

“I’m willing to be with you as many times as you would like, my lord. Or… as many times as it would take for you to answer my master’s call.”

Lord Lumentia laughs, a soft, warm sound that warms you from the inside out. “Tell your master,” he murmurs, putting a hand on your waist, “that I will consider his offer.”

He leans forward and kisses you again, a hungry sound escaping his throat. You can feel his desire rooting itself in your mind, an unconscious act of magic nearly driving all reason from your mind. You kiss him back, your hips beckoning against him for more.

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Frustration

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,068 words

Premise: Commissions don’t always go as planned, much to your frustration. Luckily there’s someone there to make you feel better.

Author’s Note: So I’ve been thinking of writing Genshin stuff for months now but haven’t, for various reasons mainly that being how much this blog is already a bit of a disarrayed mess. But after awhile I decided another fandom won’t hurt. Besides I think it’s better to write something than nothing, even if the fandom keeps changing. So… yeah?

This particular scenario was basically my day today. The characters have been chosen out of my own personal will. I was going to do Zhongli as well but I’m exhausted so if this is well received perhaps I’ll do that another day.

Also I’m so tired I’m halfway to a headache and feel a bit floaty so sorry if there are grammar mistakes and such. Anyways, hope you like!

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Childe

“I’m gonna kill someone.” You muttered, slamming your weapon down on the table, causing the ginger next to you to start.

“As long as that person’s not me I’ll be glad to help you.” You weren’t sure whether you found the comment worrying, insulting, or charming, and decided not to reply, instead throwing yourself in the chair across from Childe, usually reserved for customers or some member of the Fatui higherups, though today you could care less.

“Hey, am I not good enough?” Childe half whined half joked. You only grunted before getting up and walking over to his chair, plopping yourself on his lap and promptly picking at a stray thread on his coat which had caught your eye and was now becoming an increasing source of irritation.

Taking this as a sign Childe gently pried your nails away from the offending thread. Placing your palms in his gloved hands he smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Want to tell me about it?”

“It’s this stupid ley line! You know, the one in the stone forest? I was commissioned to keep an eye on it, normal stuff, but this one seems absolutely crawling with all sorts of slimes and the like, hilichurls too and a stray bandit here or there. They keeping breaking the damn thing and the minute I fix it they’re back again. At this rate I’m not going to finish it!” You chewed on the inside of your cheek, thinking of the hours you’d spent fighting with the thing. You’d even let out a few tears of frustration in the process, and having nothing to show for it was intensely irritating, to say the least.

“Poor darling.” Childe’s smirk was timeless, but there was a softness to it that you took as confirmation that he understood. I mean if anyone was going to understand it was going to be a member of the Fatui. As much as you disliked the group on principle, you did have to admit that Childe was certainly a hard worker, and running around at the whims of the far off Tsaritsa certainly had its trials.

Slumping against his chest you allowed yourself to relax a bit, some tension brought out simply by the act of telling someone about the frustrations that were building up, like someone shaking a corked bottle. Childe kissed your hands, a welcome distraction, before giving you a peck on the nose. You smiled at that, squeezing his hands. It felt good to have someone to complain to, to have someone who understood. But that was Childe, surprisingly understanding. And always looking for a fight.

“So…” as if on cue Childe spoke up, tone becoming truer, his smile becoming more foxlike. “You have something you need help fighting I hear.”

“Don’t let this get you any ideas.” You smirked right back. “I can still whip you when it comes to sparring at you know it. Besides, won’t I get in trouble if you’re there.”

“Give me half the commission rate and we’ll call it square.”

“Such a steep rate!” You gasped in fake horror, nevertheless lifting yourself off the chair. Childe was up no sooner, giving you a mischievous grin.

“Well of course! I can’t have you fleecing me out of my money. Not when I’ve already given you my heart, which is quite expensive by the way.” Giving you a quick forehead kiss he took your hand then, giving some half assed excuse to the poor desk clerk when they asked where he was going. “I have to save someone some trouble.”

You scoffed at that, but it was true. Childe was saving you a lot of trouble, and keeping your pride in some sort of piece. That was Childe. Wild, passionate, aching for a fight, perhaps not a great person – no in fact decidedly not so. But he was also surprisingly caring, reliable, and steadfast. And that was all you could ask for in the moment.

Diluc

“Do you know where in Monstadt someone is supposed to find 50 Windwheel Asters?”

Diluc whipped his head up at that one; out of all the things he expected you to say that was certainly not one of them. It was almost closing time at the Winery, and this was normally the time when you came up to see him, chatting about this and that, waiting for him to close the ledger so you two could have some time together. In the entire history of your relationship there’d never been an evening that began such as this.

“There should be some around here, and Windrise if you’re in for a bit of a hike. But 50 is an awful lot, and I’m not sure the florists would be happy if you carted off with all their flowers.”

“I know.” You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall, picking at your fingernails. “I know that finding 50 of anything in a day is a hard task. But I was given a short noticed commission by some wealthy tradesman who’s passing by and wanted some flowers for a gala or some such thing. It’s important for the Guild that I complete these you know, and I’m not looking forward to telling Katheryne about it tomorrow.”

You sighed, glancing out the window of the Winery. You thought of all the places in Monstadt the view was perhaps loveliest here, cozy, with a view of all that made Monstadt, the planes, the forest, even a glimpse of the waterways that ran through it. But right now all you could think about was how in such a vast swath of land you’d still failed to meet the goal, you’d still turned up empty handed.

“Would you sit next to me?” Diluc’s voice broke you out of your depressing reverie and you sat down in the chair adjacent to his – a recent addition to his office – laying your head somewhat awkwardly on his shoulder, running your hands through his soft hair. You two sat in silence like that for a bit, the steady flow of Diluc’s pen keeping your eyes occupied while your hands braided and twisted at random, gentle and absentminded.

Finally the ledger was closed and Diluc turned to you. Smiling he massaged your left shoulder slightly, eliciting a sigh from you.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for things like this.” He began, his tone soft and low. “No reasonable person on Earth would ask you to gather so many flowers in a day. Even Flora doesn’t sell that many to a single customer without an order, and her whole job consists of selling flora. You’ve watched me work long enough, do you think I’d sell 50 kegs of wine to a tradesman on site?”

“No, of course not.” You mumbled. “But it’s my job to do the unconventional requests, how can I pick and choose at random? I can’t very well complete only half of my commissions.”

“Of course not, but nobody expects you to simultaneously catch 50 flowers out of thin air either. The Guild has its own regulations and rules you know, and I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a violation of one. No one doubts your prowess my dear. You’ve slain Eyes of Storms and have scaled mountains taller than most people in Monstadt might ever imagine. You done what might be considered impossible to some many times. So you should trust in the Guild and in the people of Monstadt. They aren’t well likely to turn their back on you over such a ridiculous request.”

You hummed a reply, resting your hands on Diluc’s. All he said was probably right of course, Katheryne could very well tell you how ridiculous such a request was, and no harm would come to your reputation. But your relationship with Diluc was still young, there was still so much to learn about the other, and so hearing such confident praise from him felt like a sort of gift, recompense for such a frustrating ordeal. Humming once more you leaned your head on his shoulder again. Tomorrow you would go and tell the Guild about the debacle, and let the man know the ridiculousness of his request. But tonight you just wanted to rest with the person you cherished the most. That was all you wished for.

Xiao

“Something’s wrong.” Xiao’s voice was purposefully flat, and you wondered not for the first time how the adeptus in front of you had become so good at reading your mood, especially considering the fact that he admitted himself that his grasp on human emotions was a tricky one. He always seemed to know when you were upset at least, and your initial urge to attempt to hide your frustration immediately blew away.

“It’s been a rough day.” You admitted, standing next to him on the Wangshu Inn’s railing, letting the cool evening breeze cool you down. It’d been an obnoxiously hot day, and you were glad for any bit of fresh air. Xiao said nothing, but you could feel his gaze on you, waiting for your decision as to whether or not you’d let him know the reason you were upset. Not that it was really a question, at this point you couldn’t imagine a time when you didn’t tell Xiao practically everything, from the most mundane to those things that loomed largest in your life. You’d never met someone you trusted so much in your life before, and it felt rather freeing, knowing that he didn’t mind a bit, something that had scared you when you first began opening up to him.

“It’s just a commission, nothing ground shaking. Thankfully.” You added on, thinking of when Liyue had almost been swallowed whole; the moment when it seemed all would fail, before the miraculous traveler had bound the adept and the citizens of Liyue together. It was something you weren’t likely to forget, and something you never wished to relive. “That being said.” You added on. “It’s something that, well, is distressing me a lot.”

Xiao stood patiently as you explained to him that your deceptively simple commission of delivering food to someone had managed to go horribly awry after a group of Cryo slimes had left the food frozen solid, with the angry customer unwilling to pay or wait for a replacement.

“It wasn’t too expensive thankfully.” You remarked. “I mean it was just food. But it feels silly, and a bit embarrassing. I mean of course I should’ve paid, I don’t begrudge that. I just don’t understand how I managed to screw up something so fundamentally simple. It seems… somehow a bit of a slap in the fact. I mean, aren’t I any good?”

“Of course you are.” Xiao’s answer was firm, but not unkind. Instead it held in it the certainty of one who’d lived thousands of years, and whose trust in you was absolute. Drawing closer, the adeptus glanced around, making sure there was no one around, before slinging an arm around your own, drawing you close and running soft circles around your shoulder.

“You’re a great adventurer.” He remarked, voice filled with as much serious as there was fondness. “I’ve seen many warriors, many adventurers come and go in my time. Those whose feats will fill the pages of books and the staves of songs long after they themselves have been reduced to ashes. Those who will be called great heroes. All of them fell sometimes. And, if you must fall, I’d rather it be over something so simple as a botched food delivery.”

You glanced up into Xiao’s eyes. Normally he was reticent with words, even moreso with gestures. Every word let you deeper into someone’s life, into their past, their personality, their soul. No word was careless with Xiao. And as you stared at eyes filled with pride and love and worry, suddenly you felt as if what had just passed was small, oh so very small. There would be another commission, just as there would be another tomorrow. There’d be another failure most likely too. Many of them even. But they were small stones in a great big pond, quickly sinking out of sight and out of mind.

“I love you.” You breathed, and Xiao’s face seemed to open all of a sudden, shedding a thousand cares and a thousand worries. He pressed his forehead to your own.

“I love you too.”

#I'm so so so tired #sorry for not writing for so long #and having no good schedule of works of fandoms #I'm sorry #genshin impact #childe #diluc #xiao #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact x reader #scenarios #my writing

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stormgardenscurse · 3 years

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A Solstice Ball (Lilia Vanrouge)

About: Lilia x Reader (gender neutral) where Diasomnia invites you to spend the holidays with them back home, including the celebration of the winter solstice.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.6k

The Valley of Thorns, despite its rather prickly name, is a place that shines with an otherworldliness unique to itself.

It’s the same kind of timeless beauty that you’ve come to associate with Diasomnia. Even Silver, who is not fae himself, wields the aura. You’re a little jealous that they’d grown up in such a place, where mountains were aplenty and stars glittered clearer than you’ve ever seen.

And when you’re wandering around the hallways on a sleepless night, said stars lend you their company. It’s easy to gaze out of the windows since there are plenty flanking the walls. You’re currently staying in the castle and home of your friends, who were generous enough to invite you to celebrate the winter solstice together.

It’s tradition for the royal family to host a ball welcoming the Sun after a night of festivities - meaning the event would be run for almost twelve hours, starting with the evening and continuing into the next day, where the guests would eventually transition from the ballroom into the main gardens to witness the sunrise together. Malleus, for the past years, has been responsible for the ‘welcoming’, which according to Sebek was a magnificent sight, but Lilia insisted you not be spoiled of the details just yet, wanting you to witness it yourself.

Recounting the events that lead up to now helps calm your mind a bit, but the effect falls away briefly when you notice a figure walking down the hall toward you. While it’s unlikely they pose any danger to you, the suddenness of it spikes your heartbeat nevertheless. Many fae are undoubtedly graceful and agile in their movements, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to not have caught the noise of footsteps at first.

However… This person is entirely soundless, and it’s only when you catch a glimpse of pink-dyed strands that you realise why.

Lilia settles into a kind smile as he nods at you in greeting, making his way to you. “Is something keeping you up, Y/N? I never took you for one to wander about at night.” He holds his chin to ponder it for a second. “Though young people do tend to retire to bed at later times...”

“You say that as if your sprightly self doesn’t do the same.” You shake your head, lips lifting amusedly. “Between your liking for strolls and gaming habits, I sometimes wonder how you find the energy to cause trouble.”

Lilia chuckles, “I suppose that was deserved, for my prank on poor Silver. He usually doesn’t express himself too explosively, so it’s always a treat to be gifted with the sight.”

“...If only that wasn’t at the cost of his risotto.” You lend him a scolding look, albeit jokingly. “He was looking forward to it too - Silver may never recover from the shock, poor guy.”

“The experience is sure to be a valuable one.” His eyes glimmer like garnets, and you’re suddenly reminded of their dark-red hue. Mysterious and lively, and somehow communicating a depth forged through his long-lived life. “A knight has to be alert after all, both on and off the battlefield.”

“...I suppose so. And knowing how dedicated those two are, they likely accepted that excuse?”

“Indeed.” Lilia looks out of the window and at the landscape beyond. Part of you feels like he’s reminded of a memory, from the fondness in his expression. “Sebek and Silver are reliably hard-working. Even if they are mere hatchlings as of now, they will surely prove formidable someday. I hope you’ll be there to cheer them on when that time comes.”

“Of course, I look forward to seeing them grow.” Your smile grows warm at the thought. “They want to make you and Malleus proud after all. Their resolve burns brighter than most their age.”

A comfortable silence fills the air, and you notice Lilia’s posture loosening a bit more. His gaze turns to meet yours, light and content. “Malleus and I have regretfully been busier with the ball’s preparations, but I promise to take you to our favourite places once this is over with.” Lilia makes a small gesture toward your hand, to which you give a nod, allowing him to interlace your fingers and place a kiss to the back of it. “It’ll be fun to show you around our hometown. There are some things you can only experience in the Valley of Thorns after all~ Like that shop that sells enchanted sweets! I’ve been meaning to make a stop there before we return to Night Raven College.”

Your lips quirk as you raise a brow at him. “Why is it that you sound more excited for that than the ball tomorrow? Just before break, you were reminiscing of the winter solstices you attended in the past.”

“While the event is an annual one, it is the first time you’re spending the holidays with us.” Lilia winks at you playfully. “That, I am more excited for. And seeing what attire the fairies have come up for you - It’s not often they take to someone and mend them an outfit, after all.”

“Please don’t remind me…” You groan at the memory. “When they took my measurements they wouldn’t stop arguing about the colors. And at the end they never settled on a decision, so I’m left in suspense!”

Lilia laughs at your mournful expression. “This group is known for their craft, so it’ll certainly be worth the wait. Both for you and me.”

“Oh?” You narrow your eyes playfully. “So you’re looking forward to that.”

“A chance to see you more stunning than usual is always one I’d be interested in,” Lilia counters without missing a beat. “I just have to be sure no one else steals you away from the ball before I can - There was something I’d wanted to show you tomorrow.” He gives your hand a light squeeze, eyes bright. “The surprise will be around midnight, so please bear with it until then.”

“I’ll try,” you laugh as he presses a light kiss to your cheek. “Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, huh?”

Looking back, truer words couldn’t have been spoken. Right from the moment you awoke till right before the ball, you were constantly moving about preparing your attire and helping the others run small errands, like delivering a message or checking on the status of the main hall.

The venue was pretty before, but now that guests have trickled in and the night has begun to celebrate, the entire place transformed into a magical sight.

Despite the late hours the event has journeyed into, the room is lit just like any other time of the day. The lighting helps keep you active, thankfully, while the crowd seems to never tire; dancers exchange partners while others conversed at another side of the ballroom. The melody that lives in the air takes turns being magically played and performed by musicians, though the transitions are so practiced and quick that you barely notice until later on.

To your surprise, you find yourself at no short of stamina throughout the night. Perhaps it’s the shared energy in the room, the refreshments, or the entertaining chats you’re led into, but time flies as swift as a bird.

From some spellwork, flowers that glow like stars float above the crowd, reminding you of lanterns. On occasion the odd one would wrap into itself and descend onto the crowd, by which a guest could catch it, watching the enchanted bud unravel and bloom. It would then start to shine, before drifting off into the air like a feather caught in a breeze.

Throughout the night the flowers take turns falling onto the crowd, earning the attention of those nearby with their soft but colorful hues. You’re starting to suspect the intervention of a friend as the shadow of one floats above you; the third one this night.

Despite receiving them multiple times, the sight of petals unfurling so gracefully never ceases to put you in a state of awe. This time it is one of gentle lavender, though tinged with hints of blues and pink. It’s unexpectedly light to the touch compared to its size, which is just a little smaller than your head.

The bloom eventually starts to float out of your grasp, by which you give it a little push into the air as it rejoins the sea of flora. A familiar face approaches you from within the crowd, his gaze lending itself to the sight above before settling on you.

“It seems that the flowers enjoy your company as well,” Lilia jokes, before extending a hand for you to take. He begins to lead you somewhere, sending a small smile your way. “People say that receiving them repeatedly is an auspicious sign.”

You hum thoughtfully, “I was starting to think that the places that they landed are being controlled by magic. Sebek and Silver were there the first time, then Malleus at the second…”

Lilia grins almost proudly, the tips of his fangs showing. “Third time’s the charm~ I’m glad to have witnessed you carrying that flower. It was a fitting sight, especially with your attire.”

“I still can’t quite believe it.” You admit, looking down at the fabric - it feels weightless on your skin, yet is still woven with such detailed patterns. “The fairies really outdid themselves, this feels like something out of a fairytale… I feel a little bad keeping it.”

“Well, seeing as it was a gift, you have every right to have it as a keepsake of tonight.” He reminds you, pushing a door open. It wasn’t the main one that guests entered through, but another on the side of the ballroom. The air is quieter out here, save for the castle staff that would cross the corridor every now and then.

With every step away from the ballroom, Lilia starts to shed away his formal stance and shrugs off the feeling of the party behind. He sighs a little, sounding more tired of the situation than physically exhausted. The fae catches your amused look as he raises a brow in return, his smile more mischievous and relaxed - just like his usual self, outside of events like these. “Oh? What an expression you��re making. Do I have something on my face?”

“Not quite.” You mirror his tone. “But rest assured I’ll let you know if you do~ I have a question though, where exactly are we heading?”

“The gardens,” Lilia informs as your arms loop together. It’s less of a childish act and more reminiscent of a knightly escort - perhaps it’s because you’re in a castle and just left a ball, but you’re starting to see more and more noble qualities in the things he does. “I’ve been wanting to show it to you for sometime, but now seems like the most appropriate chance. It does offer a view of Malleus’ welcoming later on, so we’re free to stay until the end of the event.”

“You still never told me much about it,” you muse lightheartedly, “You overestimate my patience, Lilia. I’m growing curiouser by the minute.”

“In that case…” He’s led you to an outdoor garden on the upper floors, which extends into a balcony that overlooks the grounds. “Would this do for now? It’s one of my favourite spots in the castle,” he chuckles, “I hope you'll enjoy it.”

How unfair. There were flowers of every kind dotting the bushes and growing into overhangings. With this amount of space, you felt like it could pass for an attraction in itself. It was different from the grandness of the ballroom decorations, but held its own with its serene charm. Lilia takes your reaction as a sign of agreement. He chuckles and bows toward you, offering his palm.

“May I have this dance?”

You both start a simple one, more for the sake of enjoying yourselves and the cool air than trying to show off any moves. Although this doesn’t stop Lilia from adding a few twirls and steps to the rhythm as he hums softly, a tune that you swear you’ve heard before but couldn’t pinpoint where or when.

You wonder aloud of how your limbs hadn’t started to tire from the festivities, to which Lilia explains that the refreshments from the ball are suited to help replenish energy and revitalize the body, due to the sheer length of the event. The topic flows to other things, like an ice cream parlour he’d like to visit with everyone and how you’re adjusting to Twisted Wonderland. At this point the dance has also broken off into a simple stroll about the gardens.

Eventually you’re interrupted by the sound of doors opening and the chatter of guests.

"The sunrise." Lilia confirms in response to your questioning gaze. The two of you make your way to the balcony for a better view, where you can see Sebek and Silver accompanying Malleus to an open space that's elevated like a stage of sorts. Gargoyles guard the marble platform at its feet, though their presence is no comparison to the prince's, who stands facing his back to the crowd.

You briefly see the glint of a gem as Malleus waves his magic-pen in a swift motion, summoning a plant from the ground.

Or perhaps… It was more accurate to say that he grew it right before your very eyes, shaping the branches of what you realise to be a tree to form a circular frame of sorts. You doubt that any old magician could perform such a feat in mere minutes, judging by its sheer size.

Lilia smiles from beside you like a proud parent, though it edges into a smirk as he briefly mentions that this tree was more elaborate than last year's with its patterns. You're left confused for a moment before realising that it indeed has spiral carvings throughout its trunk and branches, ones that depicted the sun and moon, and even illustrating dancing figures and musicians. It held the story of the winter solstice and the ball that celebrated it, and you're left with your breath stolen from such a sight.

Yet the star of the show (quite literally, in a sense) only makes its appearance soon after - the Sun rises from the horizon and peeks between the mountains in the distance, accurately falling into the frame that Malleus created with the tree. He waves his hand once more, taking the moment to expand the light like a fracture.

You hear a chuckle from beside you as you shield your vision from the brightness. As soon as you lower your hand you notice a ball of light remaining where the Sun had passed, like a star captured in the frames of the oak. It still shone with a youthful light, as if daring its surroundings to challenge its worth.

"How temperamental," Lilia echoes your thoughts bemusedly. "I expect this year's tree to shine longer than the last ones."

The crowd bursts into applause as Malleus steps down from the stage. You're about to ask Lilia something when you suddenly realise how close his face was to yours.

"Is this another tradition?" You ask, studying his eyes.

"There is a saying about it, yes." Upon your answering smile, Lilia starts to lean in closer, a hand cupping your cheek. "Sharing a kiss with someone at the welcoming of the Sun is a good luck charm of sorts."

You can't help but laugh after pulling away, lips tingling from the contact. For someone mischievous, Lilia liked to use oddly innocent excuses to steal moments of affection. "Happy winter solstice, Lilia."

"May a fortuitous time be ahead." He returns, smile content. "I'm glad you're here to spend it with us."

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aewhore · 3 years

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Drunk in love ~ Orange Cassidy x reader (NSFW)

REQUEST BY : @bestfriendshypewoman (I hope you like it!!!)

Summary: You go out to the bar with Adam after Revolution 2020, You and Orange get tipsy and you both get very handsy and flirty. You both end up back in your hotel room and it gets juicy. ;)

Word count: 3500

Revolution had come and gone and it had been the best ppv for AEW so far. You had defended your AEW women's championship against one of your closest friends Kris Statlander. The saying in pro wrestling that “you hit harder when you're fighting your friends” never rang truer than when you and Kris stepped in the ring against one another. It was a hard hitting, fast paced match and it helped a lot that the crowd was electric the entire time. Signing with AEW was the best decision you had ever made in the last 15 years of your career, you were doing your best work and it was only getting better as your title reign continued.

Hopping between different indie promotions means you made friends all over the world but sadly you didn't get to see them as often as you would like until now. That being said you also saw the people you didn't like a lot more often. Such people included the cooler than cool Orange Cassidy. It's not that you hated Cassidy, it's just he rubbed you the wrong way. It wasn't a one way street though, Cassidy wasn’t your biggest fan either. He would leave the room if you entered, he would ignore you if you both ever got stuck in a conversation together but now you were both in the same promotion so you did what any rational adults would do, and completely ignored each other like the plague.

So after your blockbuster match with Kris, you were bruised and beaten up as you prepared to leave the arena and return to your warm, soft bed back at the hotel. However just as you went to leave Hangman Adam Page came into your dressing room. “Hey Y/N, heck of a match tonight, congrats on successfully defending that title” He says as he gives you a congratulatory hug. You and Adam had been friends for many years, ever since ROH when Adam debuted and you were in a singles match on the main card. You had approached Adam after the show and you both immediately became great friends. “Speak for yourself! You just had an easy 5 star match and you're taking home the belt as well, I owe you many congratulations.” You laugh as you pat Adam on the back. “I don't know how you're still standing either, I'm absolutely exhausted and I can't wait to collapse back at the hotel” you confess to Adam as you go back to packing up your gear bag. “So you would be up for a champion’s celebratory beer at the bar?” You turn back to Adam to see him hiding a smirk like he already knew you answer. “Adam, I wanna go to bed.” you whine as Adam starts to give those puppy dog eyes of his. “Come on Y/N, were drinking buddies! You wouldn't want a cowboy to drink all by his lonesome after we’ve both had such a successful night” Adam did give some good points. The second you hesitated to think about it, Adam broke out into a smile. “Great! I'll meet you in the hotel bar in 30 minutes” before you could argue Adam was already walking out giving you no option but to go drinking with your favourite southern boy.

You arrived back at the hotel to dump your luggage off back at your room first, while you were there you changed from your sweatshirt into a nice top so even if you didn't feel the best you might as well look the best. You left your room and headed towards the elevator. As you wait for the elevator, you reply to Adam’s text asking if you were on your way and if he should order you something to have it waiting for you when you get there. You got onto the first elevator that came, still on your phone you glanced up to push the button as you hit send on your demands for a free drink for Adam in exchange for your missing sleep. You put your phone back into your pocket when you see you're not alone in the elevator, you were joined by all 3 of the best friends. You glance away to the mirror to fix your makeup. You hear Trent and Chuck talking amongst themselves about the pay per view that had just passed. It was no surprise not to hear a word from Cassidy other than the occasional grunt and mumbled “yeah”. You feel eyes on you as you glance in the mirror to see Cassidy staring at you in the mirror through his sunglasses. You raise your eyebrow slightly as you can feel your cheeks start to warm up under the heat of his stare.

The elevator dings when you all arrive at the lobby, you immediately turn to walk out of the elevator and towards the bar where you saw nearly every AEW wrestler celebrating another amazing ppv. You spot Adam sitting at the bar with two neat whiskeys in front of him and you immediately beeline for the much needed drink. Once you sit beside Adam the drinking begins, From beers to whiskeys as long as it was alcoholic you guys were drinking it. Since you were so small people assumed you couldn’t handle it, which couldn't be more wrong considering you put away a bottle of whiskey like it was nothing. As the hours ticked the crowd started to thin out in the bar but a lot of the remaining crowd all gathered around a few tables you had pushed together so you could all laugh and chat together. You were sandwiched between Adam and Chuckie T who were deep in conversation about the ups and downs of being southern men. You were drunkenly talking across the table at Kris who was telling you about her learning to wrestle on her home planet and how it compares to earthling wrestling. You were leaning your head against Adams shoulder as you normally did when the liquor was getting to your head. You glance around at your gang of coworker who were laughing and hollering as they told stories of their travels around the world before you eyes landed on Orange Cassidy, now without his signature sunglasses it was irrefutable that he was staring argyle at you, but as you focused on him you realized he wasn’t glaring at you rather he was giving a dead stare to Adam. This was thoroughly confusing as you weren’t aware if Adam and Cassidy had any beef. You make a mental note to ask Adam about it later when you were both sober.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and when you return you see that Chuckie has taken your seat and Trent has taken his seat, leaving the only empty seat beside Orange. You hesitate before sucking it up and sitting beside Cassidy, hoping he won't cause a fuss since he's busy chatting to Brandon Cutler and a few others. You pick back up your conversation with Kris which was easier since you were closer to her so it was far easier to hear her. Your conversations ends and you listen to Adam’s as he drunkenly rambles on about proper horse care to Trent and Chuckie who you are not sure if they’re listening intently or too drunk to even know Adams talking. You feel something on your back and turn to see Orange resting his arm around the back of your chair. You turn to face him and he’s already staring right at you with those strikingly blue eyes. “Can I help you?” You say, attitude dripping off every word. Cassidy sighs, he glances around at everyone at the table almost to ensure no one's watching before he leans in to you. “Listen i know we haven’t exactly seen eye to eye-” You interrupt him with a laugh at his massive understatement. “I mean it's hard to see eye to eye when we avoid each other Cassidy” he rolls his eyes. “Are you going to let me finish?” his voice had an air of dominance that you had never heard before causing you to stop talking immediately. Orange pulls your chair closer to him as the group around you gets loud again. He started to speak again this time in a low voice that demanded your attention. “I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I feel I have to explain myself. I feel there has been a misunderstanding between us..” due to how close you two had suddenly become you could smell jack and coke he was sipping on. “You see sweetheart I haven't been avoiding you because I don't like you, no no no quite the opposite, I’ve been avoiding you because I'm fascinated by you, the way you carry yourself. I find you incredibly attractive.” This was the most you had heard Cassidy speak in all your years of knowing him and to say you were gobsmacked would be an understatement. All this time you thought Cassidy disliked you and this is what was happening the whole time.

As Cassidy spoke he rested his hand on the lower part of your thigh. You moved your hand to Cassidy’s side as you leaned in to whisper your response into his ear. “And here i was thinking you hated me but looking at where your hand is right now i can bet that you like me a lot more than you're letting on” the smirk on your face grows as you see a light blush grow on Cassidy’s face. You gently kiss Cassidy on the neck before you go to lean back in your chair but Cassidy doesn’t let you move too far away from him by wrapping the arm that was resting on your chair around your waist to pull you back into him. “Jesus, I always knew you’d be a tease” Cassidy growls into your ear “I just want to see how hot and bothered I get you” You run your hand up his thigh. Before Cassidy can reply in your back and forth he's interrupted by Adam. “Hey Y/N, I wanna head back to my room, help me up” You turn in your chair to see Adam doing grabby hands towards you. You burst out laughing at Adam showing how much of a baby he is. “Yeah ok Hangy lets get you back to your stables” you turn back to Cassidy to see him not looking at you but instead doing his usual too cool for school face, you grab a napkin off the table and a pen from your purse to scribble down your hotel room number. “When you finish up here come see me” You hand Cassidy the napkin and wink before you turn to help Adam out of the bar.

Adam was relying his entire weight on you as you approached his hotel room door, he was chatting your ear off about how fun the night was and how glad he was to have a friend like you. You led him into the room before unceremoniously dumping him on his bed. He Immediately kicks off his boots before he starts to undress himself. “Jesus, Ok Adam at least give me some sort of warning before you decide to get naked” You say over your shoulder as you turn to walk out of the room and to return to your own. “Ok night night Y/N” You couldn't help but laugh as you hear Adam wish you a good night, completely ignoring his half assed strip tease he just gave you. The second you shut Adams door behind you the anxiety in your stomach builds, what if Cassidy doesn't show but what happens if he does show up. The elevator ride from Adam’s floor to your own feels like an eternity. You get off the elevator and head towards your room. Once inside you put your bag down and take off your jacket. The pacing begins some time after that. You were a nervous wreck as you touched up your makeup and fixed your outfit waiting for Cassidy to show up.

When you finally hear a knock at your door, you wait a few seconds to catch your breath before you look through the peephole to see Cassidy looking as nonchalant as ever. You open the door and before you can even greet him. Cassidy pushes past you into the room, slamming the door and pushing you up against it. You can feel his lips ghosting your own as you get lost in his gorgeous ocean coloured eyes. You lean up and Cassidy smashes your lips together in a wild and passionate kiss. Your hands went to wrap around Cassidy’s neck as his hand began roaming up and down your side, slipping under your shirt and massaging at the skin. His hands slide into your bra as he squeezes your tits causing you to gasp and that allows him to slip his tongue into your mouth. “Jump” he growls against your mouth as his hands lower to grab the backs of your thighs as you follow his command and wrap your legs snuggly around his hips.

He walks you both towards your bed before he drops you onto the bed. You bounce as your ass collides with the soft surface. Your body lights up as Cassidy scans your body as he towers over you. You reach up and grab him by the collar to drag him down to smash your mouths back together. His hands return to roaming your body before he begins to tug your shirt up. You take the hint and strip off your shirt. Cassidy immediately attacks your chest with nips and open mouth kisses. You arch your back to get more from pressure and attention from Cassidy’s mouth while his mouth travels down your stomach. You giggled when he reached your happy trail, he eyed you as he began to unbutton your jeans. You raised your hips to make it easier to pull your jeans and your panties off completely and Cassidy throws them haphazardly behind himself. Cassidy drapes your thighs over his shoulder as he begins to lay soft kisses and gentle bites along the insides of your thighs. He finally starts to lay kisses and kitten licks along your slit as your whines become full on moans at the pleasure you're receiving. His hands have a deadly grip on your hips keeping you bolted to the edge of the mattress meaning you can't do anything but lay there and take it as you start to be devoured. Cassidy’s kitten licks turn to long swipes of his tongue and his gentle kisses turn to toe curling pleasure as Cassidy sucks at your clit. Cassidy ate you out like a madman as you writhed and moaned below him. He eased a finger into you as you cried out his name, begging him for more. The coil in your abdomen tightened and tightened as Cassidy slid a second finger into you using his spit and your wetness as lubricant. He then begin scissoring and fucking you with his long, thin fingers. Knuckles nudging your G spot at the perfect pace as he thrust his fingers at an inhuman speed. “A-a-ahh C-Cassidy I’m g-onna c-cum” You cry out. Cassidy sucks on your clit to push you over the edge and you throw your head back.

You gripped his hair as you came down from your orgasm, you pull him up to kiss him and you groan as the taste of yourself fills your mouth. Your hands trail down his body as you tug at the hem of his shirt because him wearing any clothes is getting aggravating. He smirks at your need to see him naked as soon as possible. He grants your requests and you immediately attack his collarbone and chest with kisses and bites, he lets out a low moan when you suck on a sweet spot where his neck meets his shoulder causing him to suddenly grind into you. The feeling of his denim against your bare crotch caused a weird but euphoric rush to run through your body as he began fumbling with his jeans button. You place your hands over his in an effort to calm his nerves, you successfully get his jeans undone and he strips them off and throws them in the same direction that he threw yours. You had seen Cassidy without his shirt on before and you had seen him in wrestling trunks as well but seeing him towering above you in nothing but his boxers made you speechless at just how ungodly attractive he was. His slander build hid how much power and strength he had. You pulled Cassidy down to kiss him and you used this momentum to flip you both over so you were straddling Cassidy. Cassidy raises his hips to throw his boxers off, his hard dick stands up against his stomach and you grind against it for friction against your clit. He stills your hips by grabbing you and teasing your hole with his erection. You whined as Cassidy’s grip on your hips prevented you from sinking down on him.

Cassidy smirked up at you as he lined himself up and slowly lowered you onto himself. The girth of it begins to override your senses as all you can think about is the stretching feeling as Cassidy pushed himself to the hilt. You sit flush against his hips when Cassidy starts to shallowly thrust up into you and your moans turn to cries when his tip perfectly nudges against your G spot. You place your hands against his chest for leverage and you can feel his rapid breathing beneath your palms. His thrusts become violent as his cock starts to throb inside of you. His hands trail up your body to squeeze and tease with your tits as you rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. You could tell Cassidy was close to cumming by the bright red flush of his face and chest and the groans that were just now becoming audible as he increased in volume the closer to finishing he got. Your hips started to stutter as your body tensed with how close you were. Cassidy lets his hand fall back down your body as he starts to rub tight circles on your clit causing you to be pushed over the edge as the coil in your stomach snaps and a rush of electricity zaps through your body. You clench on Cassidy and it feels as if you milk him of every drop of cum as his cum shoots, hot and thick into you. The aftershocks ripple through both your bodies as you fall forward onto Cassidy.

After you both have caught your breath, you roll off of Cassidy to allow him to go to the bathroom. You can't help but stare at his bare ass as he walks away. You start to giggle before Cassidy turns back to you with a raised eyebrow. “I hate to see you leave, but i love to watch you go” He barks with laughter at what a horrible line that was. “You already got in my pants, you don't have to use bad pick up lines on me now.” You laugh at the savage rejection your brilliant line got. You stand on wobbly legs as you reach for a random shirt to wear to go to sleep in. Cassidy comes back from the bathroom with a washcloth and hands it to you and you wipe yourself off before throwing the cloth back towards the bathroom and curling up into bed. You notice Cassidy is still standing beside the bed not looking directly at you but darting his eyes around the room as if he's never been in a hotel before. You realize he’s debating whether to stay or go, so you make that decision for him by lifting up the blankets and patting the empty space. “Come on, cool guy, it's cuddle time.” He tries to hide it as he climbs in beside you but you see that small smile on his face as you pull him into your nest of comfort. “Hey Y/N?” you hear Cassidy ask after you turn the light off. “Yeah Orange?” your brows furrow slightly at what Cassidy could be gearing up to ask. “Are you wearing my shirt?” you breathe a sigh of relief at the simple question. “Um yeah” you say, gauging his reaction, silently hoping he's not mad. “Hm.. Cool” He pulls you closer as you start to fall asleep to the even beat of his heart.

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sonnetthebard · 3 years

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if it's not too much to ask, could i request a continuation to the jane/linda switched at birth story? 😅

Absolutely! Y'all really like this, don't you?

Genre: Drama/ Fluff?

Words: 1588

TL;DR: Linda accidentally ends up telling Emma about he and Jane being switched at birth

TW: Swearing

Side note: if anyone has ideas/ sketches to elaborate on this headcanon... please do them and tag me. I wanna see them. I mean I’m kinda loving it.

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Linda sipped at her coffee, sitting at one of the small tables in Beanies. She let her legs dangle a bit, blowing on her coffee to close it. For once it was piping hot. That probaby had something to do with the fact that she was now rather close with Emma Perkins, the barista who had made it. Jane's sister- her sister. And god, could she ever see it. How could her sister ever work in a cafe though? The cafe had technically closed about five minutes ago, but... the manager, Nora, was letting her and Emma Perkins stay a bit longer to have a chat alone. Emma sighed, bringing over her latte and siitting down with Linda.

"Your coffee okay?" Emma checked. "I know the coffee here isn't too great, but... I tried to make it a bit better. I put a pump of hazelnut in there, and-"

"It's wonderful. Thank you." Linda cut her off, sighing. "Was it a good day at work today?"

"Eh, same old same old." Emma chuckled. "People are assholes sometimes."

"Tell me about it." Linda scoffed, smirking. "Any fun stories?"

"Well... this one guy tried to actually make me *sing* for my tip." Emma rolled her eyes. "Because Nora mentioned while he as at the counter that she'd seen a cafe in god-knows-where doing it."

"Did you actally have to sing?" Linda winced.

"God, no." Emma snickered. "Listen, it's no official rule yet. There's no sign, and therefore Nora can't make me."

"Thank god." Linda laughed along with her.

"Hey!" Emma mocked offence. "I'll have you know that I'm a pretty great singer!"

"Really?" Linda quirked a brow, smirking.

"Oh yeah! I played Fiona in my high school production of Brigadoon." Emma smirked back, putting on the scottish accent for 'Brigadoon'. "I'm not really into theatre any more, but... I fucking killed that role."

"Interesting..." Linda sighed, just taking a look at Emma again.

Sometimes when Emma brought up these significant memories Linda couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt. Because... she was this girl's older sister. She should have been there toshare those kinds of important moments with her. Not... not phony Jane Perkins. Who wasn't her sister. She liked Emma. A lot. Sure, Emma's life might be a bit grittier than her own, but... they had the same spunk. The same wit. Emma's was slightly less refined, and maybe a bit more crude, but it was there. In a lot of ways, it was like looking in a mirror. Both in looks and personality. That was, of course, if she had been a brunette.

"Hey, Linda, I've been meaning to ask you something." Emma bit her lip.

"Hm?" Linda hummed, indicating for her to go on.

"Why... why the sudden interest in me?" Emma asked carefully. "I mean, not that I don't love getting to actually get to know you- because you're great- but... I don't know. You're... you. You're rich, and your life is fabulous. And I'm me. A thirty-year-old barista at fucking Beanies."

"Well... I suppose I just felt drawn to you." Linda lied.

"Okay, no offence, but... bullshit." Emma sighed. "That's total bullshit! There's gotta be a reason."

"I simply noticed you at work, and... you reminded me of myself." Linda told her, inching closer to the truth.

"Really?" Emma blinked.

"You did... and you do. More and more with every second I spend with you." Linda nodded.

"But like... I know I'm repeating myself, but you're, like, fabulous. And I'm... me." Emma furrowed her brows.

"We've got the same spirit." Linda chuckled. "The same... spunk, if you will. The fire, and the sarcasm. We're peas in a pod."

"Is the sarcasm really that obvious just by looking at me?" Emma smirked.

"In the best way possible." Linda teased. There was a beat of silence between them as both sipped at their coffees.

"So... there was nothing more?" Emma checked.

"No... no, only that you're my sister." Linda sighed. A moment later she realized what she'd said.

"Pardon?" Emma blinked.

"I meant soul sister... sorry, it’s been a long day.” Linda chuckled nervously, hoping that would work.

"Okay, I would've believed that if you hadn't said anything, but... now that you've said it, it sounds so sketchy." Emma shook her head, stunned and suspicious. "What do you mean I'm your sister?"

"It's nothing. I misspoke." Linda blushed, looking to her feet.

"You're lying." Emma stated plainly. "I'm a little sister and a trouble maker. I read body language."

"Emma..." Linda pleaded, a pit in her stomach. She'd never meant to tell Emma. She had planned never to tell any of them.

"No, Linda. I want some fucking aswers." Emma demanded.

"No, you don't." Linda warned her. "Believe me... things will be a lot better if you just forget what I said.”

“No... Linda, you just called me your sister and then completely eliminated the ‘she’s jus being friendly’ context from the situation.” Emma stammered, clearly freaked out. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Fine.” Linda relented. “I didn’t want to tell you because... it’s fucked up, Emma. It really is. And it’s nothing I did, but... I still feel immensely guilty.”

“Just get to the fucking explanation!” Emma urged.

“My parents- the people who raised me- paid a nurse off to switch me and your sister as babies... It was silly, really. They wanted a natural blonde baby.” Linda sighed. “All of that to say... Jane was never your biological sister. I was.”

“What the fuck...” Emma breathed, eyes wide.

“That’s what I said when I read it in their financial files.” Linda sighed. She gave Emma a sympathetic look. “Now do you see why I didn’t want to say anything?”

“Um... yeah.” Emma nodded, still trying to take it in. “You’re my sister?”

“We can’t tell anyone, Emma.” Linda warned her.

"Right...” Emma agreed.

“It would cause too much of a fuss.” Linda sighed.

“Yeah...” Emma sighed. “So... what, did you start up this friendship because you felt guilty that your parents were heartless assholes who dumped their problem on my parents?”

“No. I did it because... if I had a sister, I wanted to know her. Even if she couldn’t know what she was to me.” Linda explained. “But... now you do, I suppose.”

“Yeah... I do...” Emma blinked.

“Please... don’t be too mad at me?” Linda pleaded. “I genuinely just wanted to-”

“No, I’m not mad at you. You did nothing wrong.” Emma assured Linda. “Just... God. I always knew there was something fucking weird about Jane.”

“Really?” Linda quirked a brow.

“Yeah... yeah, not even my parents understood where she got all the ambition and cunning from.” Emma nodded. “She was like... a total Slytherin. And I was very clearly a burnt-out Gryffindor. I mean, I’ve gone a little more Slytherin with my sarcasm over the years, but...”

“I’m sorry, a what?” Linda asked, confused. “Slithering?”

“Like... Hogwarts houses.” Emma checked. Linda stared blankly at her. “Oh my god... tell me my big sister knows what Hogwarts is...”

“I’m...” Linda started, before blinking. “Big sister?”

“Well, yeah... if you were switched with Jane, you’re my big sister.” Emma shrugged.

“So... we’re alright, then?” Linda blinked. “Just like that?”

“Well... yeah. Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” Emma chuckled. “Look, it’s a lot to get used to, but... you’ve pretty much handled everything right. And... I really appreciate that once you found out, you wanted me in your life.”

“And I want you to know that I really did make an effort to get to know you right when I found out.” Linda assured her. “I only discoved it when I was going through my parents’ financials while planning their funeral.”

“Yeah, I can get why they would never tell you.” Emma sighed. “I mean... god. That was terrible. No offence but... they kinda sound like terrible people.”

“Well... just like Jane, they were very ambitious.” Linda bit her lip. “And they had a weird thing about keeping the blonde hair in the family.”

“They sound like the Malfoys.” Emma whistled.

“The who?” Linda asked, not recognizing that name.

“Right. You don’t know Harry Potter.” Emma remembered. “Okay, you know what? I think Paul’s at D&D with the boys from work tonight, so I’ve got the house to myself. You should come over, and we’ll watch as many of those movies as we can cram in.”

“Oh... okay.” Linda agreed. “Harry Potter... that sounds familiar.”

“It’s kinda a huge thing.” Emma chuckled. “You’re free, right?”

“Gerald’s taking the boys night golfing tonight, so yes.” Linda smirked. “Is this going to make me finally seem like a cool mom to my boys?”

“Probably.” Emma smirked back. “Alright... do you need a drive to my place?”

“I would appreciate one.” Linda nodded, following Emma out the door.

Perhaps that day staying late at a mediocre coffee shop had been the start of something beautiful. Or perhaps it had already started before. It was, at least, the day that Linda and Emma fully embreaced their sisterhood. And it really was only the beginning of their story. They would continue to blossom and grow together, and navigate what whas a confusing but worthwhile journey. It’s funny how sometimes you don’t know how much you need something until it’s handed to you. That sentiment couldn’t be any truer than it was with the two new sisters. Emma was precisely what Linda had always needed, and Linda what Emma needed. Finally, at long last, they could embrace that.

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venusssssssssss · 3 years

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so we're all gonna assist to a satanic ritual tonight am i right chat

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: A Learning Experience (spicyhoney standalone)

Summary: Yeah, sure, Edge wasn't that experienced with sex, but once upon a time he hadn't known how to make a soufflé either. All he needed was a little practice.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Lemon Goodness, Oral Sex, Bad Sex, It gets better!, Embarrassment, Brief Scene of Stretch with Another Partner

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"look, it's okay if you don't like it. you know that, right?"

“I am aware, thank you.” The words were stiffly said and a quick glance confirmed that Edge was standing behind him instead of sitting at the kitchen table, spine ramrod straight like he’d taken this moment to shove the broomstick back up his ass as fortification. Not that Stretch blamed him, nah, his latest fuck buddy had his pride and his prejudice had just taken one hell of a blow.

So, Stretch turned back to the countertop to give him a minute. Busied his hands making tea, pouring the steaming liquid into the delicate cups before doctoring them up. A good dollop of honey for his own, thick and sweet, and it’d surprised him to learn Edge took his with plenty of sugar and milk, like a child playing grown up, but there was nothing childish about their conversation. Blue would probably be horrified that Stretch was using his good tea set as a backdrop for this little chat, but eh, may as well be civilized about it. "seriously, it’s fine. not everyone likes giving head.”

Truer words might never have been spoken and having to clean the carpet after someone jerked back to gag on it wasn’t exactly a huge turn-on, sure, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as Edge seemed to think. Like Stretch’s carpet hadn’t had worse on it and as recently as that morning before he’d cleaned his room in anticipation of some action tonight. It was only a little used magic, so what. Shit happened, or vomit in this case, it was fine, they could stick to the pussy side of things for now and revisit the idea of cock later, maybe. Stretch was kinda hoping someday they’d laugh about all this. That was, if he could persuade Edge not to swear off sex entirely; right now, his body language was locked up tight like one giant chastity belt.

Stretch pushed the second, murky cup over in offering before picking up his own and taking a sip. “i know you haven't done much of this before, but this is supposed to be fun, edgelord. i don't expect you to do things that make you uncomfortab—ohhh.”

The sudden touch of a mouth against the back of Stretch's neck sent that thought process back to the starting line. Guess Edge decided to unlock that chastity belt early and Stretch let his head drop down until his chin touched his chest, allowing Edge access to the delicate bones of his cervical vertebrae. His mouth was wet, still a little cool from thoroughly rinsing it out after the blowjob debacle. He drew his tongue down Stretch's neck, the line of his spine. Let his teeth part and the tip of his tongue was a slick touch, leaving behind a trail of spit behind to prickle and cool.

Fast learner and yeah, okay, it was true that Edge had very little experience to draw on. He’d grudgingly admitted to being a virgin before Stretch wrangled him into the sheets, yeehaw, but then, once upon a time he'd never made a soufflé before, either, and he’d managed to become something of a wonder at that. Edge could learn, sure. Having fun was what was important, everything else was just window-dressing.

Stretch set his cup back down, clattering against the saucer as he grabbed the edge of the counter to brace himself. It was probably rude to be making out in the shared areas of the house, Blue would definitely have a few loud words to share about it, but it was kinda hard to care when he was bent over the edge of a kitchen counter with Edge's hips pressed right against the seat of his pants. Tight enough against him that Stretch could feel the firm length of his cock through the thin cloth, riding against his sacrum.

Making out in the kitchen as a sin, heh, that one didn’t even crawl halfway up his back. Stretch had had plenty more audacious sex than this, secretive little adventures in cloak rooms and dark alleys. Once, he'd been in the shadowy back corner at the NTT resort with a girl whose name he'd barely known then and didn't recall at all now, the two of them drunk enough that making out had devolved into hands in clothes, buttons and buckles undone as they panted together.

She'd tasted like sour lemons and smelled like an ashtray, had pert little breasts with coffee-colored nipples that had bounced lightly when she tugged his pants down until she could get his cock into her mouth. Stretch had sprawled back into the chair and set one hand between the points of her ears, pushed between those lipstick-smeared lips and the no one had said a word to stop them. Not even the guy at the next table who was watching them.

He'd been about the same age as Stretch, and their eyes had met and held while down below she bobbed her head between his legs. Until Stretch had to close his eyes and push up into that sweet little mouth, coming in a burst of drunken pleasure.

The guy hadn't said anything and later when Stretch offered him a couple G to pay for his drink, he'd taken Stretch's money with long, dark fingers. One of them had trailed against the back of Stretch's hand and it was only with sobriety that Stretch understood the hint in it. He wouldn't have taken the guy up on it, not then. Might have been able to let him down a little gentler than simply turning away and following the staggering sway of female hips to the elevator up to his room.

That cheap encounter was nothing like this. For one, Edge smelled a great deal better than that dark corner had; his hand on Stretch's chin smelled like churros and honey, a lingering trace of the single one that he'd stolen from Stretch's plate an hour ago Muffet’s tainting his glove. He’d eaten it despite his distaste just to be a shit, teeth sheering through the delicate pastry and his smirk sharper yet. Beneath that on the inside of his wrist was clean, nothing but the faint spice of the soap Edge used. Plain, simple smells but being with Edge on any given day was an adventure. Stretch could stand a little bit of ordinary in his sex if Edge was part of the package deal.

Not that this was anything so bland. Edge's fingers were as clever as his mind, one hand splayed across Stretch's face, tipping his head back into the wet glide of his tongue against the curve Stretch's skull. The other was low on Stretch's pelvis, pressing insistently until Stretch obeyed the pressure and tipped his hips back, settling Edge more firmly against his ass. No point in getting indignant about it now, was there, and Stretch was willing enough.

The heel of Edge's hand against his cock through his trousers was a startling bit of loveliness and Stretch moaned even as Edge pressed a finger into his mouth, stroking softly against Stretch's tongue. He bit down gently, licked at the worn leather of his glove and the pressure on his cock lightened, ignoring the desperate lurch of Stretch's hips towards it. Until two fingers returned, the very tips of Edge's thumb and forefinger found the head of his cock through his trousers unerringly, dragging down, and Stretch had to steady himself against the counter as his knees attempted to buckle.

He almost bit down hard when Edge let him go completely, his teeth scraping over Edge's knuckle as he drew his finger free. Instead, Stretch found himself turned around, the tea set shoved precariously aside with a rattling clatter.

"hey, don't—" Stretch nearly shouted as Edge suddenly lifted him, setting him to sit on the edge of the counter and humiliation threatened, his cheekbones heating. He wasn’t that scrawny, thank you, and didn’t appreciate getting tossed around. Only it was difficult to protest when Edge slithered down and wrapped both arms around Stretch's waist, burying his face into his lap.

Stretch settled for cupping the sides of Edge’s skull in both hands, his fingers curling beneath his jawbone to hang on. Edge didn't protest his grip, only set his teeth lightly against Stretch's dick, the sharp pressure dulled through his trousers into something glorious.

"oh, fuck," Stretch hissed out between gritted teeth, spreading his legs wider to give Edge more room. He took every offered inch of space, crowding against Stretch, fabric turning dark beneath his mouth as he suckled and bit. Offering a promise that Stretch wanted so desperately for him to keep.

His fingers didn't seem nearly so clever now, stumbling over the fly of Stretch's pants like a common person, not the Captain of the Snowdin guard. Working the button loose, drawing down the zip until Stretch could breathe again. He felt Edge smile against bared pubis, his breath damp as he murmured, "Seems like you forgot your shorts this time."

Stretch sucked on his teeth, fancied he could still taste Edge's fingers, bitter leather and honey, "more like hopeful i wouldn't need them."

A hum of approval tickled against him, making Stretch fight a squirm. The urge vaporized as Edge's mouth slid lower, his chin bumping Stretch's cock awkwardly. A hand circled the base quickly, steadying, and Stretch sighed his approval. Oh, that was lovely, long, slim fingers wrapped around him, stroking with marked uncertainty. The first touch of mouth had Stretch inhaling sharply, resisting the urge to push up into the promise it invited. That’d been what got them into trouble last time and he was determined to let Edge take this at his own pace.

Stretch stared down at Edge’s hand around him, red leather against the bright orange length of his cock; at his mouth, the obvious marks on his tongue where he’d been biting it. He touched Edge’s tongue with his smallest finger, exhaled slowly when Edge licked it. Edge didn’t stop there, leaning past Stretch’s finger to his own and fuck, licking between those long fingers, his tongue slippery against Stretch’s cock. His mouth hot as he drew path up to the tip and opened, tipped his head back just enough to let Stretch press inside.

Watched himself slide between those jagged teeth, the faint flutter of Edge's sockets as they slipped closed, cheekbones puffing out as he inhaled frantically, trying to keep up with Stretch. He had to watch, couldn't help it, pretty, yes, fuck, Edge was staggeringly lovely, but also, he couldn't trust Edge to tell him if it was too much. Stubborn bastard wouldn't protest if his jaw were about to unhinge.

He’d taken half the length before his breathing took on a panicked note and Stretch tightened his grip on Edge’s skull, forcing him to stop. “there, that’s good,” he sighed. “that’s good, fuck, your mouth is hot. fuck…can…can you suck? just a little, just…just…ah, edge…”

He could, he did, hesitant suction slowly gaining confidence. Garbled words flowed out of Stretch, tangled begging and encouragement. Edge’s hand at the base of his cock went sweet-tight when Stretch pushed up, one tiny rock of his hips and the slick pressure around him increased, rising force as Edge sucked him with growing determination.

“that’s it, pretty boy,” Stretch groaned, rubbing a thumb down his scarred cheekbone. “you suck cock better than you think.”

From beneath his hand Edge’s sockets flared open before they narrowed disagreeably, glaring up at Stretch. He offered a sly smile back, tightened his grip in Edge’s skull and for good measure, wrapped one leg around his shoulders, holding him in tight.

“what’s the matter, they call you that in all that guard training you went to?” Stretch taunted. “they sure didn’t do anything with it, left that gorgeous mouth all for me, didn’t they, pretty boy, pretty, pretty…ouch, you shit!”

Edge had damnably sharp teeth, Stretch decided irritably, although his tongue was perfectly clever, soothing over the bite. Some tightness in him seemed to ease along with it, draining out, letting his mouth open wider and his cheekbones hollowed as he sucked hard, working him with systematic precision.

“yeah, that’s it,” Stretch sighed, tipping his head back against the cupboards. He managed to loosen his other hand from Edge’s jaw, petting his skull distractedly as Edge moaned against him, the vibration shivering through him. “that’s it…god damn it, your mouth…fuck…ah…do that…ah…!”

Obligingly, Edge swallowed against him again, taking him deeper yet, the sleek curl of his tongue over the head made Stretch thrash with a helpless gasp, his heels clattering loudly against the cabinets as he struggled against shoving up into the tight clasp of that pretty, tight mouth. “fuck! where did you…”

And promptly regretted asking when Edge pulled off, looking up at him with a sulky, wet mouth and heavy eyes. “The dating manual is remarkably informative in this area. Do you like—“

“yes!” Stretch snarled, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The cold air was prickling against his wet cock uncomfortably. “yes, it was perfect and you’re a fucking bastard, you shit!”

“Language,” Edge murmured, dipping his head again, the touch of his mouth moving lovingly over him, taking him in abruptly deep as Stretch choked off words, thought falling to the wayside as Edge swallowed him down. Pulled back enough to lap at the tip with that clever little tongue and then back down. It was like he’d abandoned any pretense of hesitancy and where this eager, sensual creature had come from, Stretch didn’t know. All he knew was that he also didn’t care. Not so long as Edge was licking and swallowing him down, his mouth all silky heat and pressure.

Talking, right, talking was not a bad thing, not when the heat in his balls was rising, hot pleasure spiking up his spine and Stretch tapped feebly on Edge’s skull, “edge…uh…i’m close…” Hot, sweet suction was the only response, Edge’s mouth bruisingly perfect and Stretch’s voice broke, knees jerking in tight against Edge’s shoulders. “no…i mean…” Stretch moaned, trying to remember how to talk, how to remember anything but the flex and curl of Edge’s tongue against him. He forced words out desperately, “i mean…i’m going to come, right now, right…right…fuck, edge!”

Hot ecstasy flooded through him and Stretch gave in, fingers clenching into fists against Edge’s head even as he tried desperately not to hold him down, giving him a chance to back out. He felt Edge startle, his mouth going slack as Stretch jerked and cursed and came, slick bursts against his suddenly still tongue. Until Stretch could only slump back on the countertop, his clothes clinging sweatily to him and his breaths coming in harsh sobs. Dimly, he felt Edge pull back, his cock slipping from that soft, swollen mouth but not before Edge swallowed hesitantly around him, flexing against too sensitive flesh.

“oh, fuck me,” Stretch groaned. He was wrecked, the backs of his thighs aching where they pressed against the counter, little tremors still running through him. Sprawled out with Edge still between his legs and Stretch forced his sockets open enough to peer blearily down at him.

His gaze caught on that mouth first, on his tongue, a little puffy and reddened, and Stretch might have lingered there if Edge hadn’t swallowed again like he was still considering the taste, the bob at his throat a neat distraction. Instead, Stretch looked up a little higher and met crimson eye lights with his own. Edge was blinking too much, his sockets too wide and it made him look almost disturbingly young. He ruined it just as quickly, his tongue running lightly over his teeth in search of any stray drops; must've found the taste to his liking. Edge murmured roughly, “As agreeable as I am to fucking you, you look like you might need a moment.”

Stretch tipped his head back and laughed, honestly past caring at the shrill edge to it as he shook his head wearily. “maybe three or four moments. fucking hell…”

Edge slipped to his feet with a grace that Stretch didn’t have time to envy, his hands cool against Stretch’s face, forcing him to stillness. Holding him as Edge pressed their mouths together, sliding his tongue between Stretch’s teeth to share a kiss tainted with the sweet bitterness of his own magic. Of course sex with Edge would be like this, Stretch thought wryly, curling his arms around broad shoulders and hauling himself up a little straighter, enough to let their mouths meet a little easier. Of course it would.

Gentle slick kisses turned into something fiercer, their mouths meeting with harsh force and Edge was crowding between his legs again, his belt buckle pushing uncomfortably against Stretch’s crotch. Before he could complain, Edge pulled away breathlessly, diving in to bite at Stretch’s jawline fiercely before he whispered sharply against it, “I’d like to see how pretty you are on your knees.”

Stretch made a sound in his throat, a tiny noise of protest; he was hardly what anyone would call pretty in any context. Cute, he got sometimes, slutty, sure but—

Sharp teeth nibbling beneath his chin silenced his thoughts, biting a path gently down his throat.

Yeah, okay, his turn to be on his knees, he could do that. Edge would probably last all of ten seconds, but that was okay, too.

He’d learn.

-finis

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #standalone

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thistreasurehunter · 4 years

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Project Earplugs

Summary: Snippets from The Pogues’ WhatsApp messages.

(Implied future Kie/Pope. Implied future JJ/Reader. This is set in a slight AU – the reader has always been one of the Pogues and none of the events of season 1 have taken place.)

A/N: I’m a long-time fanfic reader, but this is my first attempt at writing it. I’m very new to Tumblr, so I doubt anyone is actually going to see this, but I had fun writing it anyway.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Outer Banks characters or settings.

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The Pogues WhatsApp Group Chat

JJ: I’m ravished. Like, seriously. My stomach just growled so loudly Miss Watts started looking out the window

JJ: So, I’m thinking free food at The Wreck tonight, who’s in??

John B: I don’t think that means what you think it means bro

You: I’m in!

John B: Yeah, me too

JJ: (replying to: “I don’t think that means what you think it means bro”) what??

Kie: Whoa guys

You: Where even are you JJ?

Pope: He means famished.

Pope: Also, I’m in

JJ: Detention

John B: Ah, stealth detention messaging. Nice.

Kie: Seriously, wait a sec guys, I need to check with my dad

You: But Kie… JJ needs shrimp and grits and to be told he’s ravishing!

John B: What was Miss Watts looking for?

JJ: An angry dog, I think.

John B: wtf

JJ: (replying to: “But Kie, JJ needs shrimp and grits and to be told he’s ravishing!”) After a quick google, happy to say I’d be okay with that mate 😉

Pope: Now I’m picturing JJ as the heroine in an old Hollywood black and white…. Someone pass me the brain bleach

You: hahahahaha!

You: Someone needs to Photoshop this!

JJ: I take it back. Just shrimp and grits please

JJ: So, meet at The Wreck in an hour?

John B: Yep

Pope: Cool. See you there.

You: On my way

Kie: Seriously guys, you’re lucky my dad only pretends not to like you. He’s said it’s fine btw. See you soon.

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WhatsApp Chat with JJ

JJ: No

You: (devil face emoji)

JJ: Don’t

You: No promises

You: Grace Kelly?

JJ: Not funny

You: Lana Turner?

JJ :/

JJ: Fine, Audrey Hepburn

You: No way you could pull off Hepburn

JJ: Um, well, Marilyn Monroe then. Final offer

You: Sold

JJ: If I didn’t know you better I might be worried, but I know you’ll never be bothered to actually do this

You: I might surprise you

JJ: Not possible

You: Whatever

You: You out yet?

JJ: Yeah, she just let us go

You: Pick me up on your way?

JJ: Sure mate

You: Woop woop, shrimp awaits!

You: Well played with that btw 😊

JJ: Skill McGill

You: Dork

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Whatsapp Chat with JJ

You: OMG, did you see that?!

JJ: Yeah

You: He’s being really obvious!

You: Why doesn’t Kie notice?!

You: I mean, he’s not being very subtle

JJ: Yeah, they need to bang already

You: Nicely put

You: Do people even say bang anymore?

JJ: I just did, so yeah

You: Seriously, they would be so cute together!

JJ: Agreed.

JJ: Also, the banging. That needs to happen

You: Sigh

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John B created new WhatsApp group

John B added Kie and Pope to new group

John B named new group: “What are they even?!”

John B: They’re side texting again

Kie: Yep, caught that

Pope: What?

Kie: Seriously Pope, how could you miss that?! They’ve been sitting right in front of us all night!

Pope: Yeah, but what’s new?

Pope: Seriously though, isn’t that also what we’re doing right now?

Kie: Touché

John B: Yeah, but this is the first time we have and they literally do it all the time. Also, we waited until we got home to talk about them, we’re not sitting at the same table

Pope: True. But, so what? We all know they’ve got their own little thing going on – the super intense side friendship within the main friendship group.

Kie: Yes, but they should be more than friends! They’re clearly perfect for each other, but they’re both too dumb to see it!

John B: Truer words

Kie: We should help them

Pope: What?

John B: YES!

Kie: Stage 1: We need to get them to realise they have feelings for each other.

Kie: Stage 2: We need to get one of them to make a move.

Pope: But what if they don’t want to jeopardize their friendship?

Kie: Stage 3: We then all need to get earplugs for when we stay over that the Chateau, because the nocturnal noise levels will get ridiculous

John B: Gross. I love it. I’m in.

John B changed the name of the group to “Project Earplugs”

Pope: There are so many variables here that we haven’t though about

John B: Buzz kill

Kie: Come on Pope! It’ll be fun!

John B: Just a little bit of harmless meddling

Kie: Would you feel better if we made you Project Manager?

Pope: Haha, very funny.

Pope: I want veto power

John B: Not if you’re just going to veto everything

Pope: Well, if I make a spreadsheet you’ve both got to listen while I explain it. I think we should properly examine the variables first, our actions could have severe consequences. Then I’ll come up with a few ideas for actioning Stage 1. We should properly discuss the options before we act.

John B: Wow Pope, you’ve just made something fun sound like homework.

Pope: Can’t reply now, spreadsheeting.

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WhatsApp chat between John B and Kie

John B: Project Manager? You’ve created a monster

Kie: He’s just being Pope

John B: OMG, a spreadsheet! Seriously Kie, what have you done?! Haha

Kie: He’s just concerned about his friends. I think it’s sweet.

John B: Okaaaay

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WhatsApp chat between John B and JJ

John B: I get so annoyed when there’s something that needs to be made fun of and you’re not there.

JJ: What are you on about bro?

JJ: You know I’m in the spare room right? Who needs making fun of? You could literally shout it from there and I could hear you

John B: Yeah, never mind

JJ: Whatever dude

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WhatsApp chat between you and JJ

JJ: John B’s being weird

You: huh?

JJ: I think he might have forgotten I was in the house

You: Jeez, what did you walk in on?!

JJ: Nothing like that

JJ: He’s just messaged me about teasing someone and complained I wasn’t there to hear it. Idk what that was about

You: You’re right, weird

JJ: Tbh, didn’t think you’d text back tonight, bit late for you isn’t it? wyd? 😉

You: Mind out of the gutter please

You: Nothing much, just on my laptop proving you wrong

JJ: No

You: Yep. Surprise, surprise!

JJ: No way

You sent a picture file.

You: Night Marilyn 😊

JJ: Oh dear God

#jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #outer banks #jj/reader #implied future kie/pope #outer banks fic #jj #pope #john b #kie #john b ships jj/reader and kie/pope

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lovelylapins · 5 years

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beauty in the moment

tysm for 4k followers! as a way to celebrate and give my thanks, i will be posting 4 fics, each one dedicated to a different side of the love square…

last up? ladynoir!

ko-fi

There’s beauty in the moment. Beauty in the simplest and smallest of things, but also beauty in the times that could be remembered for years and months after. Things that would remain as present in her mind, where details would emerge as easily as it would be to recall her name.

Marinette was sure she would be able to recall the sting of the night’s wind on her cheek, mask unable to shelter her skin where it couldn’t conceal. Her hair moving in accordance to the wind’s motion, with every new burst intense enough that Marinette was sure it’d send any normal person down, to the ground below.

Then again, Marinette wasn’t normal. She was sure she was an outlier to end all outliers when it came to things like that. She had faced hurricane-force winds by the hands of Stormy Weather and climbed up and down the Eiffel Tower enough times to point out all the hidden parts of it, where one could hide away in peace, alone and unbothered.

Or, hide away with someone. No, she amends. Not just anyone.

Chat Noir.

In a city attacked by an onslaught of early winter chills, they found peace in getting their warmth from each other, never mind blankets and hot drinks. Chat was the only warmth Marinette wanted, and it never rang truer than when he glanced over at her, adding fuel to the most innermost parts of her.

When he let his eyes tell a story, twinkling as if holding back a secret, Marinette was sure she just might live in this moment forever. Up here, in a spot hidden from the entire world but them.

Marinette spent many years of her life finding joy in the little things, storing them like collectibles. They became little pieces of beauty to hold onto, and as the months passed on with Chat Noir, she was sure they became more important than ever. Take for example, the way he gently placed his hand over hers. A gloved hand, which would never be uncovered to reveal the skin underneath for her. Eyes closing at the mere gesture, Marinette can almost imagine the sensation. And for a second, she almost believes her mind.

For a second, they’re holding hands, and nothing more matters. Then she opens her eyes once more, and the thought disappears.

But Chat Noir is still there, and in a way, that makes everything so much more better. And so, Marinette settles into his touch, gloved hand meeting a suited up one, and keeps her eyes trained ahead in an attempt not to look at him.

The city was beautiful tonight, she thought to herself. Another thing to remember, to mark down at the end of the night, something that she wouldn’t be so foolish to forget. Or perhaps she would, when she considered all the other nights spent looking out into lights that never stayed as clear as she would like. No, they almost always ended with blurred images, eyes turning away to focus on a black mask and blond curls.

To focus on him, in the same way he was focused on her.

Him, who’s shifted a bit closer now, as close as they can manage. Under the security of darkness, Marinette’s sure they could be closer than ever before but limits the thought to just that: a thought. They had been careful so far, a game of acting oblivious and loving from afar with imaginary lines and boundaries neither quite minded enough to enforce, but even the slightest of suggestions could easily tear it all down in a heartbeat.

There was danger in suggesting it, a danger that seemed as appealing as it did distancing.

But Marinette doesn’t care enough to remember that. At least, not for now. She remembers it plenty enough on her own, enough that its beauty has long since dulled. There was nothing to adore over a warning and nothing to hold onto when it threatened to take away everything she had fought so long for a grip onto.

No, she had more important things to hold onto. To store away for as long as she could. To find. To cherish.

Letting herself look down, Marinette smiled at their hands, at leather she wouldn’t let herself forget anytime soon.

To love.

#ml fic #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculous ladybug #happy monday how we feelin

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rosettared · 5 years

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Surprise, @sariahsue! I’m your Secret Santa this year! Thank you, @mlsecretsanta for organizing this event, it’s great to be a part of something like this uwu I hope you enjoy the first half of your two-parter present!

She’s a Gift - One

Summary: Adrien’s birthday is around the corner, but he isn’t exactly excited about it. He’s been hoping that this could finally be the year his father would dedicate the entire day just for him – so when he’s told that Gabriel will be away on the week of his birthday, Adrien’s lost all joy for the big day. Marinette is determined to help him find it again – saving the day is her forte, after all.

Pairings: Ladybug/Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Nino Lahiffe/Alya Cesaire, Tom Dupain/Sabine Cheng

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Post-Reveal (the main 4 all know their identities)

Word Count: 4651

One | Two

Things were far too calm for Adrien’s liking.

The superhero was perched atop the towers of the Notre Dame, dangling his legs from the top of the cathedral, his heartbeat finally steadying and his panting ceasing from all the running he had done on his way here. He wasn’t even supposed to be out, but he had hoped that a quick late-night patrol of his own would do him some good– for the city lights and the busy bustling to send buzzes to his brain, for the noises to fill his head with other thoughts.

Instead, it was quiet. The night air crisp and still, Parisians peaceful and safe in their homes, the Seine showing no signs of rippling. Not much was happening tonight, and Adrien hated it.

If he had wanted a silent night, he would have stayed home.

His ears perked at the sound of feet landing from behind him on the platform. He could only guess who would have found him on her turn for night patrol. “I didn’t think I’d see you here, Chat Noir,” Ladybug announced her arrival.

He turned to face her, only offering her a half-smile and a two-fingered salute, then watched as she made her way over to him and took a seat beside him. He tried for a nonchalant demeanour and pretended not to notice how her eyebrows crinkled and her lips straightened in worry – but this was Ladybug. There was no fooling her, and there was nothing about him that he could possibly hide that she wouldn’t figure out.

And now that the wall of secret identities was knocked down, that couldn’t have been truer.

“What brings you here, My Lady?” Adrien prompted, breaking the eye contact to look over the river, unchanged from its stillness. Though he wished more was going on, Ladybug’s presence could just help distract him.

“Funny, I could ask you the same question,” she replied, following suit and staring down at the view before them. “I patrol Wednesday nights solo, remember? I didn’t think I’d have company.”

“Yeah?”

“I thought you’d be sitting around in front of your three desktops, studying for next week’s math test.”

“Ah, lest I evoke the wrath of the vengeful Mme. Mendeleiev for ‘distasteful derivatives?’”

“I can see it now: akuma wreaks havoc on the city of Paris, leaving burning marks of mathematical equations on the path she treads, targeting her one best student for failing the most important test of the semester!” Ladybug spoke, her tone firm and monotonous, not falling short of sounding like a reporter. “She will not stop until she has local buffoon Adrien Agreste in her clutches!”

“Hey!” he protested, lightly punching her arm.

“One can never be too careful with that woman,” she shrugged, and Adrien looked back at her to see her smile from their banter, only for it to quickly disappear. Now that she had his attention, she scooted closer to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, not once looking away. “Something’s bothering you, Adrien. Do you want to talk about it?”

Adrien.

It had been three months since the two had revealed their true identities, but hearing Ladybug, Marinette, say his real name never failed to give him butterflies every time. Though things were pretty awkward in the first week and they got a little distant, they found a way to reconcile, and after that their relationship had been stronger than ever.

It was funny, really – a year ago, they had just been good friends who shared the same classes, unaware that they had also spent every day protecting Paris from danger together, even crossing paths to rescue the other untransformed. They had even shared their troubles with each other without even realising it. They had been so close, yet so far.

Now it was like she was a different person, yet the same. The reveal had changed everything, and no longer could he see her the way he had before. He knew Marinette was Ladybug, and Ladybug was Marinette, but his brain couldn’t really process that. It felt too good to be true, as if he were in a beautiful dream and he was about to wake up at any moment. With his dumb luck, he couldn’t believe that the two most incredible women in his life were the same person.

Yet, here she was – right there by his side, silently watching, waiting for him to speak.

Adrien let out a resigned sigh, bringing his own clawed hand to hers, and gave a small smile. He supposed it was time to share, and he couldn’t possibly imagine sharing his thoughts with anyone else. “Well, I’m not sure if you know this, but… well, my birthday’s coming up on Friday and-”

“A-pshh, a-pfft, your what?” Ladybug jumped. “Oh it’s your birthday this Friday I had no idea I had absolutelyno idea look at me I’m totally someone who did not know your birthday was so soon and did not have something planned for you no sirree!” Adrien couldn’t catch a single word from how fast she spoke, but maybe he wasn’t meant to. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“Anyway,” he proceeded. “Well, I’ve been thinking about my father. All year I’ve been hoping for some father-son quality time on my birthday. I thought maybe he’d suggest a change of pace from the three lame pens he used to get my every year. Although, he did surprise me with that blue scarf last year.”

“Right, I remember,” she said. “Yes, the scarf. The blue one. From your father.”

Ladybug was acting a little odd, but perhaps he shouldn’t think anything of it.

“So, I come home from basketball training today, and then I see in the foyer my father at the top of the staircase with a couple luggage bags next to him. He tells me that he’ll be away for a couple weeks on some business trip to London, and that I am ‘expected’ to follow my schedule by the minute, as usual. He doesn’t even address that he’ll be missing my birthday, and now he’s gone, and…” Adrien didn’t realise how much tension he had on his shoulders until he felt Ladybug rub them away. She waited until he was more relaxed to retreat her hands to her lap.

“And now things just… suck,” he continued, shoulders slumped. “Shouldn’t have been so surprised, right? I mean, I’m no stranger to my father letting me down over and overagain, but… never mind. It was stupid for me to hope. I didn’t want to deal with it, so I… I left my room and ran on the rooftops and ended up here. I was hoping for a bigger distraction, but things are too quiet here. Kinda makes me wish for an akuma to beat up right now.”

Ladybug chuckled. “Well, we’ve got school tomorrow, so maybe that’s not the best,” she joked.

“Kinda on me for daring to dream.” Adrien felt defeated. Maybe it was a bad idea to leave the house, after all. Hearing himself actually voice out his thoughts made him realise that he was just running away from his problems again. He took one last look at his polka-dotted partner before standing up and extending his trusty baton. “I’m sorry, I… I should go. I’ll leave you to your patrol. Goodnight, Lady-”

“Wait!” Ladybug was up on her feet and grabbed his hand, jerking him towards her and stopping him from finishing his goodbye. The force of her pull was enough to make him topple a little, but she was there to stop him from falling, getting a hold on his arms for support.

“Please don’t go,” she looked up at him, pleading. “You don’t have to. Being on patrol by myself gets pretty boring. And besides, things are too quiet, right? I’d really appreciate having you around.”

It was then that he noticed how close she was to him, chest-to-chest and their arms snaked together, and at that very second, he couldn’t breathe. Once she realised the same, she took quite a step back from him, a dark red blooming on her cheeks and her hands kept to herself.

She brought a fist to her mouth and cleared her throat. “Adrien, stay. Please?” she asked once more, capturing him wholly in her bright blue eyes.

Who could say no to that?

“Okay,” he muttered, and he let her pull him back down to sit next to her again. He had his eyes on her hands, the ones he so desperately wanted to take in his own and rub his thumbs on the back of her palms, but he was hesitant. If there was some indication that she was too, he couldn’t see it. Knowing if she was as confused as he was would bring him ease but frustrate him at the same time.

Where did they stand?

“So…” she began, sounding unsure of what to say. “what are you gonna do now? For your birthday, I mean, not right now kinda now, like, you’re just sitting here keeping me company because I asked you to, so obviously I know what you’re doing now-now and-”

“Marinette,” Adrien stopped her. As weird as it was to hear his own name from her, it was just as weird to say hers. It definitely could use some getting used to. “You’re rambling again.”

She jerked her head towards him, and her eyes went wide. “Right! That’s right, I’m… I’m sorry.”

He said nothing as he observed her slowly breathe in, breathe out, and repeat for a while, watching as she regained her composure and allowed him room to speak. For the first time tonight, his lips turned up to a real smile – small, but genuine. She was so adorable, it drove him crazy. How did he not see who she really was?

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’ll think of something. I’ve got Plagg, so I won’t completely be by myself. Nathalie and the Gorilla will still be around, so I can’t really plan anything big that won’t get past them. There hasn’t been a birthday bad enough that I couldn’t handle.”

Then he looked up at her again, her blue eyes big and full of emotion. If he was really honest, he wanted to spend the day with her – he imagined them in her room, under the covers, watching Netflix, just spending quality time together like that. Maybe his birthday could be when he finally told her how he really felt.

Maybe he didn’t have to worry anymore.

But maybe it would be better if he actually asked her.

What if I spent my birthday with you? Just the two of us, he wanted to say.

“Unless you’ve got something in mind for me?” was what he came out of his mouth instead. Ladybug was renowned for always having a plan, that was what made her such a great leader, so he supposed he could toy with the idea that she had one for him. He was intrigued with what she might have in store for him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denied, lightly bumping his shoulder with her own, a playful smile clear as the light in her eyes. “All I know is that you are not spending your birthday alone. The fact that you’ve had bad birthdays at all is completely unacceptable! I won’t let that happen to anyone, especially my best friend.”

“I’m your best friend, huh?”

“Don’t tell Alya that.”

“So, you’re saying that fox got nothing on-”

“Ah-ah-ah! One more word and I’m telling Nino I took his place!”

Adrien squinted his eyes at her, eyebrows crossed. “How are you so sure?”

“Are you telling me that I’m not your best friend?” she smirked. She was right, and she knew she was right, so it was pointless to come up with anything to deny that.

When she took his silence as acceptance (and defeat), she let the smirk fade and replaced it with another grin. “Just know that this will be the best birthday you’ve ever had.”

Adrien returned her smile. “I don’t know, last year’s akuma battle is gonna be pretty hard to beat.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “You mean when Nino forced everyone to party?”

“Hey, it got us trapped in that bubble,” he shrugged. “That was pretty good to me.”

“That was the one? How dare my memory fail me!” she cried, exaggerating her tone and throwing an arm over her forehead, then she quickly recovered with a wink. “Don’t you worry, Chaton – if I had to, I’d akumatise the entire school if that’ll top your last birthday!”

“Oh, dear Lord, please don’t.”

He wasn’t sure if it was what he said, or if it was that he sounded a little horrified, because she threw her head back and absolutely roared in laughter – loud and unrestricted, a hand to her stomach – and Adrien had never found her more captivating. “Whatever it is, I’ve got it under control.”

“I know. There’s nothing Super Marinette can’t do.”

“And don’t you forget it!” Ladybug swiped a finger quickly down his nose. “Just trust me, it’s gonna be great.”

“Alya, this is a disaster!”

Marinette paced back and forth in her living room, her hands at her pigtails, while she vented her frustrations out on the poor journalist. Alya could only sit on the white couch and wait as she walked around the coffee table and voiced her thoughts out loud. She should have expected this when Marinette invited her over to the bakery the day before Adrien’s birthday.

“I thought I had it all planned out, but now I know I don’t!” Marinette erupted. Alya had grown familiar to her freak-outs, and it was rare when they weren’t revolved around Adrien. “He wanted a day with his dad and now his dad isn’t around and he’s super bummed about it! I think I cheered him up last night during my patrol when I found him on the Notre Dame, but I don’t know if I can be so sure! So I promised him the best birthday he’s ever had, but what could possibly be better than spending time with your dad? Adrien loves his dad and would do anything to be closer to him, and that’s what he wanted for his birthday! And I know he said he’ll like whatever I’ll plan, and I trust that he wouldn’t lie to me, but what if he’s just saying it to be polite? What if he knows it’s gonna be bad, and he’s just trying to spare my feelings? Oh, God, I’m spiralling! What am I gonna do?”

She was hyperventilating, her breaths in step with her rapid heartbeat, and all rational thought were pushed to the back of her mind. It frustrated her even more when Alya didn’t say anything, but she took one look into her piercing gaze and tried to gain control. Alya pulled her down to the couch and led her to calm down, both her hands on hers. Marinette followed her – breathe in, hold, breathe out, repeat – for a few times until Alya decided she was relaxed. “You done spiralling?” Alya asked, her tone even and calm.

“Spiralling over,” Marinette reported.

This had become a standard Marinette-panic recovery procedure.

“That’s great!” a new voice chimed in. It was Tikki’s, who along with Trixx had been sitting on top of the TV watching everything unfold. The kwami had gotten much closer as they got more involved with both Alya’s and Marinette’s personal lives, offering whatever advice (questionable or not) they could offer. “That was a lot quicker than all your previous panic sessions! You’re really improving, Marinette!”

“Whoa, really?” Trixx asked. Trixx, too, had learned to be familiar with Marinette’s behaviour in times of anxiety, but had also become rather amused to watch it. “How long do these last?”

“Good few hours, at most, but let’s focus on Marinette, hmm?" Alya told her kwami.

The kwami of illusion crossed their arms and rolled their eyes. “Fine,” they said. “Just here to watch the show, so pretend we’re not even here!”

“Done,” Alya agreed, voice flat, then shifted to collectedness as she redirected her attention to her friend. “So, Marinette, what you’re saying is that Adrien told you his dad will be out of town tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Marinette nodded.

“And you promised Adrien you’d give him the best birthday ever?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re scared he’ll hate whatever you’ll plan because his dad won’t be there?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Alya repositioned herself, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin on her laced fingers. “Now, according to Nino, what are you that Gabriel Agreste is not?”

Her response was reflexive from listening to Nino constantly tell her so. “Fun.”

“Exactly. You have nothing to worry about,” Alya replied, leaning back in her seat. Marinette wasn’t quite sure where this conversation was heading. “Marinette, this is great! This means Monsieur Control Freak won’t be around telling Adrien what to do! You can plan whatever you want with no restrictions! The possibilities are endless!”

“Not quite,” Marinette pointed out. “His dad may be gone, but Nathalie and his bodyguard will still be around. And Adrien told me he specifically told him to follow his schedule by the minute.”

“Girl, those are nothing but strings we can pull,” Alya reassured. “Besides, I’m sure he’ll love whatever you planned. He trusts you, right? I can’t think of a single thing you could possibly do that he won’t like. You guys are best friends.”

Before Marinette could challenge that, Alya held a finger up. “Oh, don’t even try. It was only a matter of time before that fancy feline took my place. But for what it’s worth, there’s really no one else – besides myself, of course – more qualified for the position. You two have been through so much together, sharing each other’s lives without even knowing it. And now that you guys know who you are, things should be easier for you. You have no more secrets, and your faith in each other is beyond admirable. I’m telling you, Marinette, you have nothing to worry about.”

Marinette supposed this was the time to tell her what she was really worried about. “Actually, there is… one more thing,” she added. It was now or never, and Alya was the only person who could help her with what she was about to say. “I… I-I was thinking of telling Adrien the truth.”

Alya knitted her eyebrows in confusion. What could she possibly tell him that they didn’t already know? “… about?”

“… about my feelings for him.”

“What?!” Alya boomed, quickly jumping to her feet and staring Marinette down. “You haven’t told him?!”

“It’s not that easy, Alya!” she countered. “Now that we know that he’s Chat Noir and I’m Ladybug, things have been so hard for me! I mean, the reveal’s made us better friends, but we’ve never even talked about our feelings! I’ve rejected Chat Noir twice, and I don’t think he handled it as well as we both thought, you know? What if he thinks I only like him because he’s Adrien? How do you think he’ll react then? He’ll hate me for the rest of his life!”

“Girl, are you even hearing yourself? Adrien would never hate you in a million years! That’s crazy!” Alya cried at the top of her lungs.

Then the front door swung open, revealing Tom and Sabine wearing worried expressions, and the two kwami quickly went into hiding. “We heard you girls fighting up here, it’s everything okay?” Tom asked the girls, he and his wife hesitantly standing by the door. “Don’t worry, we didn’t hear everything, just the last part.”

“Marinette hasn’t told Adrien she likes him!”

Her parents hesitated, momentarily confounded, and Marinette could feel their mood lift slightly. “Really?” Tom asked. “You haven’t?”

“Not sure if I can say I’m surprised,” Sabine continued. “You’ve always been an overthinker, Marinette.”

“Quite an understatement there, Mme. Cheng,” Alya noted, earning one painful nudge in the side.

Her parents walked through the threshold and approached the couch to sit next to her. The looks on their faces were no longer puzzled and stunned, but warm and encouraging, judging by the crinkle of their eyes and the upwards curves of their mouths. “You haven’t told him how you feel?” Her father wrapped an arm around her, and she shook her head. “Why is that, sweetie?”

Marinette breathed out a sigh, exasperated that her parents were now involved. “I don’t know, Papa,” she started. “We are good friends, and we’ve gotten really close but… things have just been…” She paused, searching her mental lexicon for the best word that could possibly describe her relationship with the cat. “…complicated.”

“Oh, honey,” her mother placed a hand over her heart. “It’s just that you’ve liked him so much for so long, I can’t imagine how things are for you now.”

Marinette first took a look at Alya, waiting for her to add her own comments, but it seemed like she wasn’t going to interfere for now, so maybe it was wise to talk to them. There was so much she wished she could tell them, because she was raised to share everything with them, but she held her tongue. Ladybug was a part of her life her parents could never know about.

“Well, let’s just say that we haven’t exactly had the most ideal situations,” were the words she settled for. Not lying, and not disclosing too much information. Having a double-life made her a master at half-truths.

Tom and Sabine looked at each other for a moment, chuckling to themselves as if they were sharing the same thoughts, then they looked back at her and smiled, their fingers now intertwined. “Marinette, have we told you how we got together?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, didn’t you hide the ring in André’s ice cream?”

“No, no, that was how we got engaged,” he corrected. “I meant the very first time I asked your mother out on a date.”

Oh.

This was a story she had not heard before, so Marinette shook her head to accept their offer of sharing it.

“It was five years before I proposed,” Tom began. “Your mother and I had gone to high school together, much like you and Adrien. We didn’t have many mutual friends, and we mostly ran in different circles.”

“Your father was the very popular school athlete, while I was the lowly Asian immigrant new kid,” Sabine further stated. “Many students didn’t really like me. You can imagine how things were back then, hmm?”

She definitely could. Her mother may not have frowned as she said those horrible words, but the idea that she wasn’t accepted by other people just for being Asian was heart-wrenching – like a wooden dagger pierced at her chest and twisted slowly and painfully. She couldn’t be more grateful that things were much different now.

“Anyway, so it was our last year of high school. At this point, I had a really big crush on your mother. I wanted to ask her out before we graduated, so I spent the whole year trying to get the courage to do that, but I could never find time alone with her. I couldn’t even ask anyone for help, because I kept my feelings for her a secret. No one, not even my best friend, knew about it because I was worried that they might give her even more trouble. I couldn’t do that to her.

“Then one fateful day, we went on a field trip to Tour Montparnasse. We were about to leave for lunch, but your mother and I were the last two kids in the group, way behind everyone else. Everyone had already gone down, but they had to wait for us. We waited for the lift, and we got inside, and the whole time I was just prepping myself to do it, to ask her on a date. We were only a few floors down when suddenly, boom! The power went out, and the lift stopped. We tried calling for help, but until they came, we were all alone. I was freaking out.”

Well, that explained where she inherited it all from.

“But then I stopped and started to think. It was just me and your mother in that lift. Nobody else was there to disapprove of my feelings for her – and even if they were, I stopped worrying about what other people thought. It wasn’t the most ideal situation, but I made the most of it. So, I finally got the guts to ask her out. But when she didn’t say anything at first, my brain went to panic-mode. I started thinking of all the possible things she could say to turn me down.”

“Then I said yes,” Sabine continued. “And even though there was no power, your father’s smile was the brightest thing I’d ever seen that day. When we walked out of that lift, all the other students stared at us like we were crazy, and later they’d tell us that we would never work, but we didn’t care. We’ve been together ever since.”

“Marinette,” Tom hugged her closer to his side. “If you keep waiting for the perfect moment, you might just miss your chance. There’s no such thing as a perfect moment, but even the least ideal situations can give you great opportunities. You gotta hold it by the reins and take control of the situation, no matter how difficult things are.”

Then both of them stood up, and Marinette only watched as her mother planted a kiss on the top of her head. She was incredibly moved by their story, but she was paralysed in her seat. She was rendered speechless. “I know you and Adrien will work things out together. Good luck, honey,” Sabine wished her in farewell, then she and Tom walked out of the room and shut the door behind them.

Now it was just her, Alya, and the two kwami who reappeared on the coffee table. Nothing was spoken between the four for a few long moments, until Alya decided to break the pregnant silence. “You know, I have a great less-than-ideal situation myself.”

Oh, boy. She knew exactly what Alya was talking about.

“I had always seen Nino as a brother,” Alya said, obviously poking fun at her. “But then one day at the zoo, there was an akuma attack! The two of us were running for our lives, but then somebody grabbed us both and locked us up in a cage!”

“Heheh, whoops…” Marinette chuckled nervously.

Alya then gave her a friendly punch on the arm. “Bygones, huh? If you had never done that, then Nino and I wouldn’t have found each other like we did. It was… a pretty weird situation to be in, being trapped in an empty gorilla habitat until the fight was over, but I’m glad it happened. Thanks, LB.”

Marinette’s smile went wide, appreciative and grateful. “Well, I’m glad I could help.”

“And I’m glad that I can help you. Other than because I’m the greatest friend ever,” Marinette rolled her eyes and Alya grinned from cheek to cheek. “I am going to pay you back for what you did for me and Nino. I’m gonna help you plan Adrien’s birthday party and help you confess to him.”

“Really? Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Alya!” Marinette pulled her into a tight hug, which she gladly returned with a couple pats on the back. When she pulled away from the embrace, Marinette grew more excited to share with her. “Come on! I’ll tell you what I’ve got planned!”

“Oh, not yet,” Alya stopped her. “First, you’ve got to tell me absolutely everything that’s happened between you and Adrien. Every single detail.”

#miraculous ladybug #mlsecretsanta2k18 #ml fic #ladynoir #adrienette #djwifi #i really hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing this!#part two's on its way lmao #if you celebrate merry christmas!#if you don't then hope you have a nice day anyway :)))#mine

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jellodorf · 5 years

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I wrote custom Arthur x Naga C-S supports!

Placed them just under the cut. I had fun writing these two, as they’re one of my crack ships in FEH. So if any of you wanna see more pairs, let me know, and I just might do it!

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Old Woman: Ohh thank you, kind sir. I don't know what I'd have done without you!

Arthur: You're quite welcome, miss! It is my pleasure to dish out help to all in need!

OW: Oh but dear your head is bleeding! You must have hit yourself on a rock when you dived in that lake to save me!

A: Ah, but this is only a minor wound! A life has been saved, and as far as I am concerned, Justice is served!

OW: Oh, how chivalrous! Are you sure there's nothing I can do to repay you?

A: Oh, there is no need, I assure you. Simply knowing my actions saved the life of an upstanding citizen is more than enough for me!

OW: Oh my, a true Hero! Well I thank you mister Arthur. May the goddess bless the ground you walk on.

...

A: Ahh.... must make it... back to the castle... This head injury is far more severe than I thought... I can even see the castle! Just.... a long... walk....

Naga: ......Ah. It seems he's passed out. *chuckle* Perhaps I'll lend him a small hand.

[ARTHUR AND NAGA HAVE ATTAINED C-SUPPORT]

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[B]

A: Ah! Where am I?! .....Eh? My room? I don't remember getting back-

N: Finally awake, are you?

A: GAH! You... Goddess Naga! What are you doing here? You surprised me!

N: Did I? Ah, my apologies. You had passed out, bleeding a fair walk from the castle. I decided to help you home, and to treat that nasty gash on your head.

A: Hm? Oho, so you did! Forgive me for sounding surprised. It seems I had bitten off more than I could chew, not getting that treated right away.

N: Indeed. Though I found the circumstances peculiar. You saved an elderly woman from drowning, yet suffered a fairly gruesome injury due to what I can only assume to be some unfortunately placed rock near the bank of the lake where you dived. While unlucky, what surprised me was you willingly turning away not only treatment, but any reward at all. Is there any particular reason for that?

A: You saw that, hm? Well, not to brag, but being a hero is about more than simple rewards! A true hero has no need for them. The most important thing to me is that the weak and innocent are protected, and the evildoers--be they living beings, or forces of nature--are delivered the justice they deserve!

N: ....You are quite the curious one, Arthur. Your words carry a strong conviction to them, more so than many others. I'd be lying if I said you haven't piqued my curiosity. However, there are things I must be taking care of myself, now that I can be sure you are alright. Our chats will have to wait. Would you be open to chat another time?

A: Of course! A chat with a goddess is quite rare indeed! I look forward to it!

[ARTHUR AND NAGA HAVE ATTAINED B-SUPPORT] ---------

[A]

A: -and THEN there was the time I was struck by lightning twice in the span of 20 minutes while escorting a pregnant woman home through a thunderstorm!

N: My my. How fascinating. Even I did not realize one could be cursed with such bad luck. Yet I cannot notice that neither your heart nor your conviction have waivered from any of this.

A: Well what hero would I be if I were to get discouraged at every failure in life? One must simply take life by stride and do the best they can with every day!

N: I think many people could learn a few things from you.Very rarely do I see someone so positive in life when they go through even a fraction of what you do.

A: Well that is just one thing I try to distill within others. Evil will always be matched, and then overcome!

N: .....Fascinating. I can see within your heart that nothing thus far has even begun to taint your dedication to justice. Such a pure heart is rare, even among history's greatest heroes. Tell me, Arthur, what do you think of the gods?

A: I beg your pardon?

N: The gods and goddesses in the world. Do you find yourself feeling... resentment towards them for cursing you with the luck you have found yourself with?

A: Not at all! I'd never trade my luck for anything. The way I look at things, my luck never seems to directly hurt others. Sometimes, it even helps them. That, and I see my luck as a test of my mettle. If I can survive the things my own luck--or lack thereof--throws at me, then that makes me an even truer hero!

N: ....Well said, Arthur. Sharing these chats has given me new light with which to look upon humanity. I only wish the world had more people like you.

A: Forgive me for saying this, but as do I. I'd love more sidekicks in the name of justice!

[ARTHUR AND NAGA HAVE ATTAINED A-SUPPORT] ---------

[S]

A: Ah! Naga, wonderful timing! I was hoping you'd come up here.

N: So I heard. I saw your letter by my chambers. Is there any particular reason for wanting to meet upon the roof of the castle?

A: Erm.... There was something particular I wished to ask you. Something that I've wanted to ask for some time over the past few weeks we've talked.

N: Oh? Well then I am all ears.

A: Hmmm.... this is difficult to ask now that the time is actually here.

N: Relax, Arthur, it is alright. Just think if you need. I will not leave unless you ask me to do so.

A: Ah, excellent. That's a wonderful relief to hear. Tell me, does being a goddess like yourself get... lonely?

N: Lonely? .....What an interesting question. In a sense, I suppose it does. Dragons already tend to live almost infinitely longer lives than most humans, so forming attachments to them can prove rather difficult and painful in the end. Yet my daughter Tiki has gone on record saying that strong bonds with humans, though often short-lived, can create some of the fondest memories that could never hope to be replaced.

A: I see. That makes my decision easier, but.... Have you formed a particularly strong bond with a human before?

N: A friendship?

A: That, or possibly... anything more?

N: More, hm? Well, there was not many opportunities for me to do so until I appeared here in Askr. As I am revered as a goddess, it is difficult for me to form close bonds with many people without that sort of rift between me and them. Our chats were among the few times I've ever been able to simply talk with a human without feeling like the difference in status drives a wedge further and further between us.

A: I could not agree more! Perhaps at the beginning I may have seen you as more of a goddess than a human, but I am glad we've had our chats. Justice does not let societal differences come between friendships, after all!

N: There's more to what you wanted to say just then, wasn't there?

A: Hm?

N: There's a specific reason you invited me up to the castle roof, is there not?

A: Ah you... are quite perceptive, Naga. Yes, I admit there is. A rather heavy confession that perhaps I have no place making.

N: Oh? Then do tell. You have my attention.

A: How to say it.... I've come to enjoy our chats greatly. Not because of the topics per se, but I find your company in particular to be a relaxing and enjoyable one. It's become something I've looked forward to. And the reason I called you up here today was to show you my personal favorite view in all of Askr.

N: A view of the sunset... it would be nice, if those clouds weren't rolling in.

A: I was hoping tonight would be a clear sky, but... it seems my luck has struck again. I was hoping to tell you something important in view of the sunset.

N: Then why not say it now?

A: ....Perhaps. Naga.... I find myself wanting a different kind of time with you. You said your existence was rather lonely, yes? Well I wish to offer myself to help ease that burden.

N: I don't understand. Are you... suggesting what I think you are, Arthur?

A: Indeed I am. You are a kind soul, as far as I have been able to see. And it pains me to imagine one like you as being lonely in life. So....

N: ....... *chuckle*

A: Naga?

N: Appologies. I just didn't expect this in the slightest. Are you proposing a relationship with me, Arthur?

A: Well....

N: Fascinating. That is the only word I can think to describe this. To think I would have a human falling for me, and that it'd be the human I've found most interesting in a long time.

A: Is that true? I am the most interesting human?

N: In some time, yes. There we're many others like you, but these days they are few and far inbetween. Which makes you unique to me. And special. Very few would have the guts to even consider approaching me with such a proposition. Yet here you are, doing exactly that.

A: I find it's easier to imagine you not as a goddess, but as a person, just like anyone else. I thought that is more along what you would want.

N: You figure correctly. Perhaps... you could assist me in helping the others come to view me as you do?

A: Oh but of course! It would be my honor to introduce you properly to Lady Elise and Effie!

N: You know... I think I'd like that. Very much so. Your life may be but a few weeks in comparison to my own, but I think I would like to be there for what I can of your life.

A: That sounds wonderful! And I shall do my best to leave a mark on your life, and give you a life only a true ally of justice could ever hope for!

N: Justice... I think I very much would like to experience that kind of life. Come, shall we go and meet Effie and Elise together now?

A: Indeed, we shall!

[ARTHUR AND NAGA HAVE ATTAINED S-SUPPORT]

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sunflowers at night snippet: senka sanders

i know that this is a bit out of context, but i haven’t posted a lot about Senka, and I feel like this excerpt tells a lot about her personality and concers, specially about her love for Tom, so... uhm, yeah, i hope you enjoy!!

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Susannah Senka Sanders was good at many things: studying, kneeling in the pew on Sunday mass without squirming, looking good in skirts and sweatpants and riding boots, shooting three-pointers with her eyes closed and shoeing horses in record time. She was also good at trusting people, which her mother said was a wonderful quality and Tom had told her would be her greatest burden to bear. Objectively, her mother knew much more than her brother did, but Senka Sanders was also very very good at finding Tom’s words to be truer and more important than anyone else’s, which was why, when the school bell rang on Friday afternoon signalling the end of the classes for the week, she politely declined Nicholas Johnson’s offer to “go for a stroll” and shot down the stairs to the Juniors’ floor. It does, Tom had said. It fucking does.

The fastest and most eager students were already starting to get out of the classrooms, some chatting loudly, some hurrying alone, some staring at her for too long when she brushed past them. Senka knew Tom had probably run out of the school at least five minutes ago, as he did every Friday, but she peeked cautiously inside of his class either way because she had not spent two weeks practicing speeches in the shower and outlining all of the possible outcomes of all of the possible scenarios —in none of which there was room for Tom Sanders— just to be thrown off by a once in a lifetime exception.

Tom was not inside though, so Senka took a slow breath and leaned against the wall next to the door, returning flashy smiles and have-a-good-weekend’s until, finally, Valba Barsel and Mark Marks stepped out of the class.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what you two spoke about, then?” Mark was saying.

“I already said,” huffed Valba. She had a beautiful voice, Senka thought, lyrical, like smoothed stones scraping against each other. It was a shame she didn’t use it more often. “None of your business.”

Senka flexed her fingers. “Hey,” she said. It came out slightly out of breath, and Senka was glad they hadn’t seemed to hear her, because they kept walking down the corridor without sparing a glance at her.

“And do you have any business with him?” Mark said, nonchalant but also not nonchalant at all.

“Hey,” said Senka, louder. “Hey, Marks.”

Valba turned around and her brow twitched when she saw Senka, which made her gulp, which made Valba raise her twitching eyebrow. Mark was still looking at Valba, as if by persisting through her disregard he could coax the answer he was looking for out of her. Valba kept her eyes trained on Senka though, and Senka couldn’t help but feel ridiculous, trapped in this cowardly triangle of avoiding stares in which one looked at the one who avoided them who looked at the one who avoided them who looked at the one who…

“What do you want?” Valba said, and Mark peeled his eyes off her to finally acknowledge Senka.

“I—” she shot a quick glance to Valba and then looked back to Mark, “I was wondering—”

“I’ll be waiting outside,” said Valba. “I’m not in the mood for a sulky Mayham today.”

Valba jerked her chin in an abstract goodbye and disappeared in the whirlwind of backpacks and playful shoves.

“So?” Said Mark, leaning against the wall. He stood two heads above her and still made her feel like their eyes were leveled, and Senka wondered how he did it, where had he learnt to make people feel like they were equal to him and below him at the same time.

“Uh, I was wondering,” she said. “If you would like to come have dinner tonight?”

“You are into younger boys now, Senka?” There was a sharp edge to his playful tone that gave Senka the urge to push further.

“Younger boys are less pretentious… Usually,” she said, raising her chin at him, because two could play at the same game. “But that isn’t what I meant. Some other time, maybe.”

Mark snorted, but his jaw tensed.

“Come have dinner at my house tonight,” she said. “You know, like the old times?”

He straightened up and shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “No,” he said, already turning away. “But thank you for the offer.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t.”

Senka grabbed his wrist and tugged, forcing him to turn around. “You can’t?” She said. “Don’t lie to me, Mark Marks.”

“Okay, then,” he said, pulling his arm free. “Because I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

Mark wheeled on her, brisk and humming. “What do you want, Senka?”

“I told you, come have dinner tonight.”

“Don’t lie to me, Susannah Senka Sanders,” he said, in what Senka considered to be a pretty bad impression of her voice. “What are you really asking?”

Senka clenched her teeth and stepped closer, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to push back the increasing impulse to hit Mark that was crawling down her fingers.

“I want to know,” she said. “Why have you suddenly turned into such a jerk.”

Mark snorted and Senka tightened the grip on her own arms.

“Do you find it funny?” She said. “Because I don’t. And Tom doesn’t either.”

Marks mocking smirk dropped. “What does Tom have to do with anything?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Mark, because you’re not,” she said. “You’re hurting him.”

“I’m not hurting him.”

“You are,” she said. “And you’re doing it on purpose.”

“How so?” Senka counted it as a little triumph when Mark’s sarcastic tone faltered.

“You tell him you don’t want to be friends anymore, just like that.” Some heads turned their way when her voice rose, and she shot them an apologetic smile before turning back to Mark. “From best buddies to I-don’t-even-acknowledge-your-existence in the blink of an eye?”

“That is none of your—”

“And okay,” she interrupted, “okay, I can accept that, for some stupid reason you don’t even believe in, because you don’t and you know that and I know that to, but I can accept you don’t want to talk to Tom anymore, but— but you go and kiss his girlfriend?”

“It’s her who had a boyfriend, not me.”

“I know that!” Senka didn’t really mind if all of the school turned to look at her. “But it’s still fucked up of you.”

“So what?”

“So why?”

Mark shrugged, indifferent, derisive, and Senka couldn’t —wouldn’t— hold back any longer. She shoved Mark backwards, and of course he didn’t even move an inch, so she shoved again, and again, and again until he grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her inside the empty class.

“Senka, Senka, calm down, Sen—”

“Shut. Up.” She was seeing blurry now, which meant she was crying, which made her feel stupid and enraged and only made her cry harder. “Shut up,” she whispered.

Mark made an attempt to close the door, but Senka surged forwards and stuck her foot between it and the wooden frame.

“Just,” she said, rubbing her eyes furiously. “Just stay away from Tom.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do, Senka.” Mark sounded defeated and it took her aback, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

“No. Staying away means leaving him be. You don’t want to talk to him? Okay,” she said. “He’ll get over it. But don’t try to make his life impossible.”

“I’m not—”

“I will kill you, Mark,” she said, and there must have been something in her voice, because Mark stilled and looked at her straight in the eye for the first time since the beginning of their conversation. “I will rot in Hell if I have to,” she clutched the wooden cross hanging from her neck with trembling fingers, “but if you make my brother suffer again, I will kill you.”

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What Did Happen at Herald’s Rest?

This is how the night of Wicked grace actually happened (at least in my head), and I want to share it with you :D

The text is part of a longer fic The Sword and The Quill, but can easily be read independently.

Pairings: Shae Lavellan/Dorian Pavus, Cassandra Pentaghast/Josephine Montilyet

Other characters: Iron Bull, Blackwall, Sera, Cole, Varric, Cullen, Leliana, The Chargers

Genre: Humor

Raiting: T

“I would find it most romantic if Shae took a sword in hand and defended his love for me”, Dorian told smirking and received an elbow, gently to his side. Shae smiled at him from the corner of his eye.

“I would swoon from the excitement”, Dorian continued, dramatically leaning his body over the Inquisitor’s arms, pursing his lips, ready for a kiss.

Shae pressed his lips together to an awkward smile as he held Dorian’s weight. “I am sorry to tell you... but you are too heavy”, he chuckled.

“How rude”, Dorian huffed, standing up and winking at Cassandra who shook her head.

“You are beyond hope”, she told him.

Although weeks had passed since the duel in Val Royeaux, it still remained on the tip of everyone’s tongue. But what else could she have expected? Sometimes, all the fuss about it was annoying, but Dorian’s joking did not bother her.

The Inner circle was enjoying a rare night at the Herald’s rest. There was no one else at the tavern that night. Iron Bull and Blackwall carried more ale to the table were Varric and Sera were sitting and laughing. Sera was already quite drunk compared to the others. Her loud chatter carried around the tavern.

“Bull, you remember the blonde with big ditties, right?”

Bull sat down in front of her, his drink sloshing over the border of his mug. “I’ve told this before, but they have names too, you know.”

“I knooow ”, Sera snickered, “but I can’t remember.”

“You should work on your memory”, Bull said. “Girls appreciate if you at least remember their name.”

“Yeah yeah. But you see, I…got some of that .”

Cassandra huffed. She did not wish to hear more of that discussion, thus she let it fade to the background as she looked around. Josephine was engaged in heated discussion with Cullen. The Inquisitor was currently talking with Leliana.

“I don’t remember having fun like this since... well, ages”, Dorian told, handing a glass of wine to her.

“That is entirely true”, Cassandra said smiling. “But only two days, and we will yet again be heading out to danger.” Emerald graves demanded their attention next. It would take again weeks to settle the problems in the area. There would be fighting, more demons, giants... She sighed and glanced at Josephine who was smiling, her hands gesturing excitedly as she talked. It would be the first time they were going to be apart since they had professed their love for each other.

“It must be difficult”, Dorian said, his face growing serious.

Cassandra came back from her thoughts to look at her friend.

“I cannot imagine how it would be like to leave Shae behind...or to stay at Skyhold while he is out on the field”, Dorian continued.

Cassandra sighed again and took a sip from her wine. “I do not wish to think about that now. It is too lovely night to dwell on such dark thoughts. Tonight we shall celebrate friendship and all the happy things we have”, she said, and a smile returned to her face.

Dorian raised his glass and smiled at her. “Truer words have not been spoken.”

They kept on chatting, drank more wine, and at some point, they joined in the discussion with Josephine and Cullen.

“Time for Wicked grace!” Varric’s voice carried over the chatter. “It’s the time we got some action.”

When the crowd began to move to the table, Dorian looked around. “Where is Sera?” he asked. “She was just there a moment ago.”

Cassandra looked around. “Perhaps she left to find the woman with…large breasts?”

Dorian laughed. “I think you might have had quite a few drinks tonight, Cassandra.”

They all gathered around a long table and pulled out their coin purses.

“Tsk tsk, you shall not sit next to each other”, Dorian pulled Cassandra up from her chair and sat her down at the end of the table, taking her place beside Josephine. “We don’t want any scheming. “

Cassandra frowned at him. Shae took a place on the other side of the table, opposite of Dorian. The others had already settled on their chairs.

“I hope I recall the rules”, Josephine smiled. “It’s been a while since we played a game of Wicked grace.”

“Are three drakes better than a pair of swords?”, Cassandra wondered. “I can never remember.”

“Seeker”, Varric said. “Just don’t show anyone your hand. That rule also includes announcing it to the table.”

“I would not…”, she told narrowing her eyes at him.

“There’s a crown on his head, but a sword too. His head didn’t want either”, that was Cole, under his oversized hat.

“Don’t talk to the face cards, kid”, Varric told smiling at the boy.

“I can’t stay long”, Cullen said, looking slightly uncomfortable. “I still have a thousand things to do tonight.”

“What would you have to do at this time of the night - after so much ale?” Leliana asked smirking. “A woman?”

“No”, Cullen looked at her, blushing, which received some chuckling around the table.

“A man, then?” Leliana continued, now smiling innocently.

Cullen rubbed at his neck and sighed. “Maker.”

Varric chuckled. “Curly, I am not an expert”, he said, “but isn’t that blasphemy? What do you think, Cassandra?”

Cassandra laughed. “Why would you ask me?” she said dryly. “Commander may do whomever he likes. I’ve had too many drinks tonight to care about such things.”

That received a chorus of laughter around the table, and Cullen buried his face deep into his hands.

“Curly, if any man in history needed a hobby, it’s you”, Varric laughed and patted him on the shoulder. Then he handed the deck of cards to Josephine. “Go ahead, deal us in.”

Josephine took the cards and leaned back on her chair. “Dealer starts. Ooh...I ...believe…”, she was hesitating. “I’ll start at...three coppers! Do you think that’s too daring? Maybe I’ll make it one...No! Boldness! Three it is!”

Iron Bull threw his coin on the table and leaned over. “Seriously?” He roughed. “Who starts at three coppers? Silver, or go home.”

Blackwall placed his coin on the table. “Sounds good, I’m in.”

“Bolder the better, right? I’m in”, that was Dorian.

“I am in as well”, Cassandra told.

“Me too”, Varric said, throwing a coin of silver on the table. “What about you, Freckles? Are you in?” he asked Shae.

Shae placed a silver on the table. “Please, remember, I’m still new to this game.”

“Don’t worry”, Varric smiled. “You’ll pick it up in no time.

When they all had placed their bets, the game could begin, and it was more fun than Cassandra had remembered. The best thing of all was the moment they all shared together.

While playing the game, they shared funny stories. The ale kept flowing, and the chatter grew louder as the night went on. Even Cullen ended up finally laughing.

“Alright, I have a story”, Shae told suddenly, gaining everyone’s attention. “I’m tipsy enough to finally, come clean about something.”

“Ooh, confessions!” Dorian chuckled.

“Even you don’t know about this”, Shae told mysteriously. “It happened before you joined. ”He cleared his throat and took another sip of his wine. “It was the very beginning of the Inquisition, my hand was burning, and I was alone in the chantry hallway. I thought cold would help, so I tried using magic to cool it.”

“I have a hunch where this is going”, Leliana said, leaning back on her chair.

“Well...”, Shae continued, looking at her apologetically, “the anchor was making my magic unstable, and I wasn’t used to it.”

“You did it!” Josephine pointed a finger at him.

“Yes I did”, Shae told. “I was the one who froze the entire corridor.”

Leliana and Josephine exchanged looks across the table. “And we tried everything to find out who was vandalous enough to do such a thing”, Leliana said.

“I remember hearing voices approaching behind the door and had just enough time to sneak… or better to say slide... to the room next to the war room, to hide”, Shae told chuckling. “I have to admit, it was not easy.”

“I can imagine”, Leliana laughed. “When I entered the hallway with three nobles who were ready for their meeting with the Ambassador, all of them slipped and fell on top of each other onto the frozen floor.”

“I heard screaming and opened my office door”, Josephine continued, giggling. “It was terrible...Three nobles on all fours, trying to crawl to reach something to help them stand.”

Now they were all laughing around the table.

“Excellent!” Dorian pointed. “I’m sure they all deserved it.”

“We spent two days defrosting the hallway”, Leliana said smirking. “But it was all worth it.”

“I must agree”, giggled Josephine. “But the Inquisition would be ruined if anyone found out it was you.”

***

“And the dealer takes everything!” Josephine stated at the end of another hand. “I win again.”

Cullen frowned at her and leaned closer, over the table. “Deal again”, he said. “I figured out your tells, Lady Ambassador.”

Josephine leaned closer as well, slightly tilting her head. “Commander! Everyone knows a lady has no tells.”

“Then let’s see if your good fortune lasts one more hand.”

Others chuckled when Cullen threw thunderous glances at Josephine across the table. Cassandra smiled too. Josephine was in her element, and Cassandra took all the joy watching her.

***

When nearly everyone had already folded their cards, Cullen and Josephine were staring at each other. Josephine had an innocent smile on her face as she glanced at her cards again.

“All in”, Josephine told, looking at the Commander.

“I bet my clothes for this one”, Cullen grinned. “Lady Ambassador, I know you are bluffing.”

“It’s not even your turn yet”, Iron Bull laughed.

“What about you Seeker?” Varric asked.

Cassandra glanced at her cards once more, not believing her eyes. She had the best hand anyone could have in the game, she was sure of that. “I am in”, she said finally and pushed all her coins to the center of the table, receiving a series of astonished gasps.

“This is getting interesting”, said Dorian and drank from his wine.

“I’ll pass”, Shae told and placed his cards on the table.

“So then?” Varric said, looking at Cullen.

“ All your clothes?” Cooed Josephine, not letting her eyes leave the Commander’s.

“ All of them”, Cullen said.

Josephine smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “Very well then”, she said. “You all heard him.”

“Show the cards!” Iron Bull roared.

As they did, everyone could see that Josephine had absolutely nothing. Cullen laughed when he slammed his cards on the table. “Well this hand is mine!” he triumphed.

“Not so fast, Commander”, Cassandra told smiling as she laid her hand on the table. “I think it is mine.”

Everyone stretched their necks across the table to see her cards, and the laughter started gradually rise among the friends.

“I think we have a winner then”, Josephine smiled and turned to Cassandra who was still baffled by the result. “You won the whole pot!” she sang. “I knew you could do it, my love!” Then she tilted her head at Cullen. “I am afraid you were right after all.”

Cullen rubbed at his neck, looking at Cassandra’s cards, not believing his eyes.

“Still”, Josephine continued through the noise of laughter, staring at Cullen in the eyes, smiling smugly, “you have lost your garments.”

“Strip them off already!” Iron Bull shouted since Cullen just sat still.

Cullen looked around the table and rubbed at his face. “Maker”, he breathed and began to remove his coat.

“It comes off. I didn’t know it came off”, Cole said when Cullen was sitting bare naked on his chair.

“Don’t say a word, dwarf”, Cullen growled, side-eyeing Varric who was laughing hard.

“Here, Seeker!” Varric threw the Commander's furry coat to Cassandra. “It’s yours now.”

“And what am I supposed to do with it?”

“Put it on, of course”, Dorian said.

“I most certainly will not”, Cassandra protested.

“Oh do it, Cassandra!” Leliana chuckled.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Shouts began to carry around the table.

She must have been truly drunk that night, because she did. There was a slight smile on her face as she dressed up in the Commander’s uniform. The whole thing was quite amusing after all. As she caressed the fur around her neck, she looked at the others. “Happy now?” she huffed, and received yet again a series of laughs from the others.

Cullen looked uncomfortable. “May I borrow something to cover myself. I would very much like to retreat to my quarters.”

“No, you may not”, Leliana smirked. “Rules are rules.”

“Maker’s breath, I would appreciate if you all could at least look away so I can stand up from this chair.”

Everyone looked at each other and nodded. “I think we can do that”, Blackwall said.

“I do not wish to witness the Commander’s walk of shame back to the barracks”, Cassandra told.

“But we can’t promise for the people outside”, Josephine giggled.

So as they all looked away, Cullen took his leave and disappeared butt naked to the night. Cassandra saw Dorian take a peak just before Cullen was out of the door, and raised an eyebrow at him while he received the smiling Inquisitor’s elbow to his side. Dorian chuckled.

“Look who has been here the whole time”, Leliana laughed, pointing at a foot sticking out from under the table.

“Sera!”

Shae kneeled on the floor and poked his friend who was apparently, fast asleep. “She’s alright”, he said after examining her breathing.

They pulled her up, and as they did so, she woke up slightly, slurring something incoherent. Shae volunteered to walk her upstairs, to her room.

There was a sudden clang at the door, and loud noises as The Chargers burst in the tavern.

“Hey guys!” Bull retorted. “Glad you decided to stop by.”

“We wouldn’t miss a great party”, Krem told.

The Chargers had seemingly started the night with drinks already. Their happy chatter merged with the others, and music began to fill the air as they pulled out some instruments and began to play.

Iron Bull and Blackwall decided to arm wrestle, which drew Varric and Dorian along as well. Bull won Blackwall easily. They laughed and wrestled again as Dorian and Varric took a measure of each other. Dorian was a good opponent to Varric, but the countless times of firing a crossbow had made its work on Varric’s arms.

“Cassandra!” Varric’s voice carried over the music after their match, and she turned to look at him.

“We never got the best of each other, thanks to Freckles’ interference”, he laughed, referring to the spat they had had, after Hawke’s arrival to Skyhold. “Let’s do it now.”

“Varric, there’s no need to…”

“If you want to forfeit...”, Varric said and shrugged.

Cassandra took a step closer. “I will not.”

Varric smiled. “Well, then”, he said and placed his arm on the table, gesturing at Cassandra to join him.

Cassandra glanced at the others who had mostly stopped what they were doing and were now looking at them.

“Fine”, she huffed and sat on the other side of the table. Her elbow hit the wood, and she grabbed Varric’s hand in a firm grip. “Show me what you got then.”

Bull banged the table with his hand, and the others cheered as they began to wrestle. Cassandra gritted her teeth when Varric’s arm twisted hers, pushing it slightly closer to the table. She held tighter to Varric’s grip and pushed her limits.

Varric grunted, and looked at her, grinning. “I did not expect less”, he breathed between his teeth.

Cassandra did not answer, but applied all her strength to her arm that gradually, began to push down Varric’s, finally resulting to a sound of his knuckles hitting the wood. She pulled her sweaty hand away, raising up from her chair, a small smile on her lips.

Varric chuckled. “I think I’m happy Freckles got between us.”

After that match, she had to face Iron Bull as the last opponent, but that wrestle was quickly settled for Bull’s account. No one could best him. Had anyone seen the size of his arms?

The Chargers kept on playing music, and people danced. When Leliana and Josephine finished dancing together, Leliana picked up a lute and joined the players. Her voice was beautiful as always when she began to sing.

Cassandra danced with Josephine, Shae with Dorian, Krem with Dalish. And when the song switched to another, Blackwall came and bowed to Cassandra.

“Can I have this dance, my lady?”

And so Cassandra let go of Josephine’s hand and took his instead. She was carried across the tavern floor by strong warrior arms, and could not help but be pleased in the moment.

Josephine, on the other hand, grabbed Shae’s hand and robbed him from Dorian.

***

“I must admit, this fur coat suits you”, Josephine giggled. She was sitting on Cassandra’s legs, both of them resting after a long time of dancing. “But it does not smell very nice”, she added.

Cassandra laughed. She was still drunk, a slow tiredness taking over her body, beginning to make her sleepy. She buried her face into Josephine’s neck and placed a small kiss there. The sun was already rising, you could tell it from the pale light coming through the windows. The music had stopped; Bull, Blackwall, Stitches, Dalish and Skinner were talking, their voices low now; Dorian and Shae had disappeared somewhere upstairs; Rocky, Grim and Krem had fallen asleep at the table. Krem mumbled something they could not understand.

“I have a feeling you might have affected the outcome of the game”, Cassandra said and looked at Josephine with a small smile.

“I do not know what you are talking about”, Josephine told smirking, and tightened her arms around her.

Suddenly, Cole appeared at the table where the three men were snoring. “Her voice, beautiful and soothing. Her face, lovely like a morning sun. Spending my days watching, listening. Will she ever notice me?” Krem moved and mumbled again. Then Cole was gone as fast as he had appeared.

It was Leliana who approached them now, with a smirk on her face. “Look what I found”, she sang, holding up her hand. There was a piece of clothing hanging from her fingers, and they could quickly, be identified as the smallclothes Cullen had let fall to the ground at the end of Wicked grace.

“Leliana?” Josephine said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Yes?”

“You are not planning on doing what I think, are you?”

“What will you do with them?” Cassandra asked curiously.

Leliana giggled. “You will see in the morning”, she said with a hushed voice and disappeared through the door to the courtyard.

#fanfiction #shaedori #cassjosiefics #wicked grace #inner circle #the chargers #pavellan #pentilyet #humor #dragon age #Dragon Age: Inquisition

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TWO FOR TRYING

Jooheon took me into a section of the the castle that was hidden to most guests, the servant’s quarter. The smell of fresh bread reached my nose and it instantly made me hungry.

A few older women were hard at work peeling potatoes while others were chopping some carrots and onions. The smell was delicious, it reminded me of home. “Hungry? We didn’t really get to eat.” I nodded and he led me into the next section of the kitchen. We turned the corner and the smell intensified; at this point I was practically drooling. “Well, well, well; are they not feeding you enough up there?” A heavy-set middle aged woman said, approaching the both of us. “Aunt May, it’s been awhile.” Joohenon headed straight to the woman and hugged her tightly. “My gracious, what on earth happened here?” Her expression went from sheer joy, to confusion, concern and or disappointment; I wasn’t sure, it was too soon to tell. “Now you know your mother raised you better than this” she said checking him over once more. “Com’on, You know I was raised by wolves.” Jooheon said bouncing his eyebrows. “Hush that now...even if it’s true.” The woman joked with bright eyes. The two shared a genuine laugh. “Aunt May, I want you to meet someone. This is our queen, well as of tomorrow... “Ms. May, wiped her hands across her apron and then curtseyed with a lop sided smile. “Highness, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The poor woman, I could only imagine what the two of us looked like soaked to the bone like this. “Please, please we don’t have to stand on pleasantries; it’s nice to meet you Ms. May. Please excuse my attire, our dear Jooheon has an appetite for bringing out the mischief in the best of us.” At this Ms. May let out a boisterous laugh. “No truer words have ever been spoken; he’s had me question myself a many a time!” The woman started to dig into a bin hidden behind some cabinets. She handed Jooheon and I a couple of towels. “Here, let me fix you something warm to eat.” Joohenon be a gentleman and make her comfortable, won’t you.” I smiled at how freely she talked to him, it reminded me of a mother and son. Jooheon patted the cushion of the bay window, he held my hand as I tried to hop up modestly. His cheeks turned red as I tried to keep my dress together but, I was failing miserably; the dress seemed to have a mind of it’s own. “Here, this should warm you a tad; Jooheon has your mother seen you two?” I grabbed the bowl, it had to be as old as me. “Sure did, you know how she has a sixth sense for spoiling any kind of fun.” I sampled the soup and it sent a chill through me. “Delicious!” Joohenon and Ms. May both lit up, “Thank you child, have as much as you wish.” I enjoyed their banter for a while, it reminded me of papa. “So child, how are you enjoin’ Kydith? Was the tide welcoming?” I nodded, “Quite.” “The grounds are marvelous, not to mention the food! I’ve met some interesting people thus far, the townsfolk were so welcoming. I honestly couldn’t ask for much more, well… maybe some dry clothes…” The three of us continued to converse. I learned that Baekhyun was indeed the castle fuck boy. “Charlene almost burnt down the entire damn kitchen, I found the two of them in the flour cupboard.” I choked on my beverage, “I’m telling you, that man is nothing but trouble.” Jooheon spoke next, “That man is a prodigy. He’s as dangerous with a sword as he is with his coc- um, bed habits…” Ms. May eyed him, “What have I told you about that filthy talk?!” A deep sigh left my fiancé, “I’m sorry May, old habits die hard.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Well, this kitchen isn’t going to run itself; Majesty, it’s such a treat to meet you in person. If you need anything, you know where to find me; especially if Jooheon is giving you grief.” Her eyes were warm and piercing into me, “Yes ma’am.”

“She was pleasant, how long have you known her?” I asked locking my fingers in his as we headed up a narrow passage into the castle. “Since birth, she’s been like a second mother to me.” There was something so gentle in the way he spoke of her, “I can tell she cares deeply for you.” The smile he gave me next was beaming, “I hope the two of you can become good friends.” Before I knew it, Jooheon led us to a paneled wall and pushed it open. We were right back inside the castle, “Well, that’s neat.” My fingers ran over the perfectly sealed edge of the hidden door. “Mhmm, we have several of these throughout the castle; I can’t count the amount of beatings I got as a child for playing in these with my cousin.” We waited as servants made their way past us carrying a pillar over their shoulder, no doubt it was for tomorrow’s events. Butterflies tickled me at the thought, I remembered the clock was just ticking away, every single second bringing us closer to our eternity. “Are you referring to Prince Kihyun?” Jooheon nodded, “Tell me about him?” We turned a corner and the castle started to look familiar, I believe we were headed back towards the main entrance way. “Well, at first glance he can come off a bit calloused but; once you get to know him, his kindness might blind you.” I thought briefly of my sister, “ I think marriage will do home well, he needs a womanly touch as he’s a little rough around the edges. Growing up without a mother’s nurturing touch will take it’s toll on anyone.” I sighed, “I can relate, I never got to meet my mother, I often wonder how I can miss someone I never even met but, Mothers are special in that way.” Jooheon squeezed my hand. “His mother, she was executed, right?” His face turned somber, “Yeah, my uncle is one cruel man. I’m still not sure if he’s truly moved past it yet. The relationship between him and his father is beyond strained. After she passed Kihyun built a wall and very few people have been able to climb it.” I frowned, “How sad.”

“Ah speak of the devil, I presume he’s been nothing short of a gentleman?” I sucked my teeth as Na’eva and Kihyun starred bugged eyed. “Never mind us, what the hell happened here?” The prince asked. I went to speak but Jooheon beat me to the punch, “We went for a swim, duh.” Na’eva and I both dropped our heads into the palm of our hands. Kihyun took my sister’s hand and gave it a light kiss, “Please excuse me; I have some business I must tend to, I’ve put it off for as long as I can.”The perplexed look on Na’eva’s face didn’t slip my notice. “Shall I see you for dinner?” Kihyun asked, still holding her hand. “Of course highness, I’ve enjoyed chatting with you; thank you for the tour.” I watched as she took her hand back a little too hastily. “Jooheon, I think I’ll retreat to my chamber for a rest; will you be alright with out me?” Jooheon grabbed his chest and played as though he was about to faint on the spot, “How will I ever man-age-oh no, I’m not going to make it.” I laughed at his non-sense once more, “I’m serious, are my services required else where?” His brow flicked up and I could feel my face getting warm. Those damn dimples. “Ahem.” We both came out of our silent conversation. Na’eva stood there looking at her shoes. “No, you’re free to do as you wish; let someone know if you need anything.” I curtseyed and he bowed before leaving us there. “You have some serious explaining to do missy. Come on, lets get you out of what ever this is…” Na’eva said holding up a completely limp feather.

“A sword fight, huh?” My sister asked. “Yeah it was actually a lot of fun, he’s pretty quick on his feet.” She laughed, “I can’t wait to tell father.” I gasped, “What, you wouldn’t?” I splashed water at her, the bath felt wonderfully warm and inviting. “So tell me about your afternoon, you and Kihyun looked rather, what’s the word? Oh, awkward.” Na’eva rolled her eyes and completely submerged into the water.

“WHAT!?? She choked you?” Jooheon stood there in disbelief, “She misinterpreted something I said and just reacted. I still can’t believe that was her first response.” Kihyun said honestly confused. “Nathan, can you bring some wine?” Jooheon asked, knowing good and well they we’re both going to need it.”

“He’s not romantic- at all! He is devilishly handsome though so, I guess that helps with his assholey tendencies? Hell, I don’t know. He wants me to come and visit Peth, much sooner rather than later. If the circumstances didn’t seem so dire,I wouldn’t even go.” I ran my fingers through my thick curls, “Dire?” Ameerah asked. “Yes, apparently Pethians are plagued with such a low morale; he invited me to come and let the citizens lay eyes on their future queen; to remind them that a new era is soon to come.” I loosely braided my hair, “Not to mention, they haven’t seen you since you were a child-I’m sure that would be refreshing.” Na’Eva was still lost in thought, “What aren’t you telling me?” For a brief moment, she weighed if should…but she didn’t. “Nothing, I’m just still a little shaken from my meeting with Kihyun. C’mon, let’s hurry- I have make sure you’re ready for supper. Lord know’s we’ll have to redeem you after today’s afternoon dip.” She did this all the time, brushing things right off- it infuriates me to no end. If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t have asked in the first place. Truth be told, she looked like she needed to share more than I needed to ask. “Yeah, yeah- BUT NO FEATHERS!”

“Now, you see why I need your assistance?” Kihyun said with his arms crossed. “Man, for starters, let’s not piss off your fiancé to a point of physical violence.” Kihyun dropped his hands to his side, “ I told you that wasn’t my fault!” Jooheon spoke over him, “Secondly, you’re acting as though you’ve never romanced anyone befo..re…oh….yeah, well you’ve come to the right person. So, what did you two do today? Tour the gardens? Eat lunch? Explore the castle?” Jooheon said with vigor. “I found her in a hallway and took her back to my room, we spoke for a bit and then she choked me.” Jooheon downed his glass, “Fuck…Ki, this is going to be harder than I thought. Well, baby-steps I suppose. Tonight, you’re going to have dinner together- just the two of you. I’ve already planned a dinner with Ameerah. Granted, it’s a little non traditional to not eat with the house before the wedding so, we’ll break away for dessert. “Ki, I’m leaving you in charge of your table; decorate it as you see fit. Nothing bland! Remember she’s a princess….YOUR princess, try to woo her. You got this.” Jooheon said placing a hand on his cousins shoulder. Kihyun nodded, “Piece of cake.” Jooheon flashed his megawatt smile, “That’s the spirit, now chop chop!”

Jooheon was having a ball, he adored the idea of spoiling his fiancé. “Hmm, lets go with the pink.” He said to a servant in the kitchen, “She looked rather pretty in it this afternoon.” The servant agreed and began decorating the strawberries. “What sort of flowers do you suppose would match?” Jooheon asked, jutting his hip to the side.

“Orchids my lord,I hear she’s loved them as a child.” Jooheon looked at the servant stunned, “Wow, how’d you know that?” The servant’s cheeks turned a bright pink, “You’re mother highness, she’s quite thorough.” Jooheon rolled his eyes, “Indeed she is. Alright, Orchids it is; I’m in your hands.” He added with a smile.

This was an absolute disaster, Kihyun was realizing that he didn’t know much about his queen. He sat with a pen in hand making a list of things he assumed most any woman would enjoy. However, he only had two items; himself and her. An exasperated sigh left him, “Damnit. Damn it all to hell!” He knew he needed help but, from who? Not Jooheon, he was busy with his own endeavor to capture Queen Ameerah’s heart. He didn’t dare ask Ameerah, he was sure her mind was on much more important things at hand. Kihyun stood up from his desk and decided that a walk would do his mind good. As Kihyun made his way through the castle, he noticed many of the wedding decorations were starting to come together nicely. He couldn’t help but smile, his beloved, goofy cousin was finally getting married. A lopsided grin came over him, along with some heartwarming memories. “How many times do I have to tell you, I want more silk on these chairs.” Kihyun was quickly kicked out of his own thoughts as the queen mother walked past him with a gentleman. He looked vaguely familiar, Kihyun thought for a brief moment before it hit him. Jamison, that was his name. He hadn’t seen him since they we’re kids. “Pardon me Queen mother but, I must beg of some assistance from your current company.” Katherine eyes bulged a bit at his request, she looked at Jamison and nodded. “That’s perfectly fine, I must review the menu for this evening. Jamison, I appreciate you keeping this old queen company. If my nephew gives you any trouble, come find me. She said picking up her hefty skirt and quickly floating across the marble floor. Jamison smiled and bowed. “My king, how may I be of service?” Jamison tried to control his heartbeat as a wave of jealousy swelled in him. “How have you enjoyed your time in Thear?” Kihyun asked. “My lord, Thear has treated mother and I well. We’ve been very busy keeping our promise to you lord, teaching your queen the ways of our kingdom.”Jamison could feel the bile rising in his throat, he hated this small talk and calling Na’eva anyone’s except his. “You’re both to be commended, I’ve heard great things. I hear you’ve become quite the opponent with a sword?” Jamison laughed, “Well, that depends on who you ask. Remember, my duty is to teach and protect; I’m only doing what’s asked of me highness.” Kihyun grinned at his candor. “Very well then, I have another task for you.” Jamison raised a brow, “I’m always up for a challenge majesty.”

“Na’eva, which earrings? Crystals or the diamonds?” The two took turns holding the current options over her silk and pearl gown. The diamonds looked very brilliant as the lights bounced off of them, yet the crystals had a very soft glow that swallowed any color it was against. The girls squinted and replied at the same time, “Diamonds.” That happened quite often, finishing each other’s sentences or thoughts. “So back to your afternoon dip, how handsome was he wet?” Ameerah cut her eyes at her sister and laughed, “I can’t even put it into words- his body looked incredible underneath his shirt.” A blush hit her cheeks again, “His smile could talk me into just about anything….I’m terrified at how easily he tempts me.” Na’eva perked up at that last line, “Tempts you? What ever do you mean? You did save a little fun for tomorrow evening, did you not?” A giant smile creeped across her lips, “RUDE! You’ve lost all story privileges!” The two shared a laugh and continued to get dressed. Na’eva traced the brim of her eyes with dark coal, “Have you given much thought to tomorrow evening?” Ameerah blotted her lips with mint leaves and rouge. “Of course I have, I’m every bit anticipating and dreading parts of that ceremony.” Na’eva nodded, a royal wedding will take it’s toll on anyone; especially, the happy couple. Na’eva nodded, her sister would be taking the final step into womanhood. “Well, hopefully your reign will boil down to more than intimacy, childbirth and being obedient. Jooheon seems to have a great reputation amongst his people though, the air about him seems, different?” Ameerah sighed, “Tell me about it! He’s a great listener and has just a keen interest in everything it seems, I don’t know I could be partial? I certainly hope not, I hate how long it takes getting to know someone but, it seems like he’s excited to try to. I honestly can’t complain- that’s more than most queens get in a lifetime.” The two shared a comfortable silence and started on their hair. “So, do you think the sex will be good?” Ameerah twisted a curl into her palm. “Sister!” The two giggled. “I’m serious, if all else fails, may the gods’ grant you the perfect cock!” Na’eva said with a complete straight face. “Well, since we’re speaking on his member, I got to size him up first hand….I mean it wasn’t my intent but, things led to one another. You know, that’s besides the point, he’s a damn tease!” Na’eva sat there with a goofy grin, “Um, what the fuck sis?! TELL ME EVERYTHING.” The girls slipped into their respective gowns, “So you sat on his damn lap?” Ameerah turned sideways checking her reflection, “Yeah, that was the only way to win!” She said very matter of factly. “Poor mother Katherine, what kind of daughter is she inheriting?” Na’eva said flattening a crease in her dress. “She should be worried about her son, I believe he would have consumed me right then and there; servants be damned.” Na’eva smirked at that, “I still don’t see the problem?” She hated to admit it but, it sounded like a current problem of hers.

The evening came quickly. The boys chatted about the events to come, “All set, right?” jooheon asked. Kihyun adjusted his jacket; “Of course. I asked for a little help but, it was mostly me. My neck should survive our next encounter.” Jooheon shook his head, “Well, deep down I want to say that is the saddest thing that I’ve ever heard BUT, I’m mostly proud. Look at you, doing man stuff.” Kihyun scoffed, he knew he needed to mend any possible damage from earlier that day. He dared not speak that he was actually nervous; his ears always gave him away. “Let’s go, we don’t want to keep them waiting.” Kihyun took another deep breath and followed his cousin up the marble staircase.

Ameerah rubbed her newest cub’s round little belly, Nova was purring contentedly on her lap. She was such a precious little spirit, her paws were too damn soft. “Laila, has the castle been treating you well?” The big cat unfurled with a yawn onto its side, a lazy chirp left her. “Should I take that as an yes, my lovely lazy bones?” A knock sounded interrupting her, “Yes?” She spoke. “Princess, I’ve come to escort you to dinner.” Ameerah’s mouth went dry, was he really coming to fetch her for dinner? Her servants generally would do that. “Of course, you may enter.” Ameerah placed Nova onto the chaise’s cushion when, the door opened. “Wow, what a lovely sight you are.”

Jooheon said still holding onto the door knob. Ameerah brushed her gown to eliminate any possible creases. “My lord, you spoil me with your words; many thanks. Might I add, you look more handsome as the day passes.” She said stepping towards him. His cheeky grin was back, I t was the combination of her words and gown. She was rather bold in all aspects it would seem, a trait Jooheon was becoming more attracted to by the minute. “I think we compliment each other well princess, thank you.” Jooheon took in her silhouette, the silk outlined her in a mouth watering way. “See something you like, Sire?” She said with the same tone that became her on the boat. “Indeed, I’m curious about these; may I?” Ameerah breathed in his scent, it was different from earlier; it was soft but dark? When did he get this close, she thought? “Sure,” she answered before she realized what he was even talking about. His fingertips grazed over her hip, “I’ve never seen a piercing here before.” Ameerah silenced a shiver that was fighting to run rampant, “Ah, yes. I actually have two.” She grabbed his other hand and placed it on her hip, “See? You feel this one too?” Joohenon just nodded and enjoyed the quietness that sat between them, he unconsciously rubbed his thumbs into both of her dermal piercings. His cock was was turning him into a barbarian, all he could think of was slipping his hands underneath her dress’s slit. “Interesting, what made you choose these?” Ameerah smiled sheepishly, “My mother, she had the same piercings too.” Jooheon smiled, “Well someone is a softie.” The two laughed but didn’t move, the comfort that came from him holding her was addicting already. “Well, I believe if we don’t head down now, mother will send a search party after us.” Jooheon removed his hands but extended his elbow. Ameerah happily took it, she was excited for their first evening together.

“Highness, it’s lord Kihyun.” Na’eva sighed, what could he possibly want now? She almost didn’t respond but, she knew the servants would have something to gossip about if not. “A moment please!” Na’eva quickly adjusted her curls and straightened her back. “Enter.”

A servant opened the door with their head bowed. Kihyun stepped through looking even more delicious than before. I blinked trying to take in his appearance. His hair was swept back and his jawline looked as if it could cut. His dark eyes held mine as he walked in. “Good evening princess, I’ve come to walk you to dinner.” Na’eva wanted to roll her eyes, she could do that her damn self. Her resolve weakened as he spoke next with a smile, “I’m well aware that you don’t need me for that but, I’d like to redeem myself. I’m not the greatest with words but, hopefully my actions will speak much louder.” Kihyun looked almost shy, his ears were bright red. “I would like that very much.” Na’eva extended her hand and he took it.

The dinner table was grand, it really reminded the girls of back home. The table was filled with lots of familiar dishes, there was quite literally something for everyone. The giant navy velvet cushions were welcoming, along with the current guests seated. The chandeliers casted the room in comfortable glow. Ameerah and Jooheon entered the dining hall and the room fell silent. The attendees stood and bowed as the couple found their seats at the head of the table. Jooheon pulled the chair out for his queen. “Thank you,” Ameerah said adjusting her gown one final time before sitting. “You look stunning,” Katherine stated from across the table. Jooheon gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, “Doesn’t she mother?” Ameerah giggled, “Well, you’re certainly too kind. I hope all the wedding plans haven’t stressed you too much?” Ameerah spoke to Katherine. “Not in the slightest, I’ve been planning for this since many years ago. If anything, I believe I’m more excited than you two. It’s a mother’s pride and joy watching a child grow and marry.” Ameerha went to speak when the chair next to her moved. Kihyun was pulling the chair back for her sister to sit. “Nice of you to show up,” Jooheon said behind the brim of his glass. Once Kihyun was seated the conversation flowed effortlessly, the warmth amongst the household was very evident. Ameerah felt as though she could get used to this- not to mention the spread was delicious. “I’ll be sure to tell Ms. May how delicious this is,” Ameerah said preparing for another bite.

Dinner was promptly coming to a close when a servant nodded to both Jooheon and Kihyun. “Well mother, thank you for supper. The dining hall looks amazing, I can only imagine how everything will look tomorrow.” Jooheon guided Ameerah from her chair. “Pardon us, we’ll be having our dessert out here. The giant French doors were already open with sheer drapes fluttering in the evening’s wind. Jooheon escorted his fiancé onto the balcony and an gasp left her lips. “You did all of this? For me?” Na’eva and Kihyun smiled at the happy couple unconsciously. “I suppose that’s my queue, would you care for dessert outside as well? I’ve had a table prepared, that’s of course if you feel comfortable, princess.” Na’eva thought it over, the sourness of the day leaving her minute by minute. A part of her warred, would she be foolish and put herself in another volatile situation deliberately? Or, would she give this handsome man a second chance? Oddly enough his demeanor looked rather nervous….she hated to admit it but, his puppy eyes were working. “I would like that.” The smile Kihyun gave was radiant and it caused Na’eva to return it tenfold.

“This is gorgeous, you really outdid yourself Jooheon.” Ameerah took in all of the candlelight and delicious sweet options before her.

The sun had set not too long ago, casting the sky in a pretty shade. It was indeed wondrous how the sky was blanketing the two just right. “Who would have thought, you’re quite the romantic?” Jooheon smirked while rubbing his chin. “Let’s not tell the rest of the castle, I have a rep for being a bad boy.” The two shared a laugh. “Well, I’m certain the servants are well aware of this hidden weapon of yours.” He tilted his head, “Weapon?” Ameerah smirked, mhmmm; I see how the female servants ogle you.” Jooheon paused at her revaluation, “Is that jealously I hear, Queen?” His eyes starred into hers playfully, “Somehow, I think you would like that.” She said turning towards the scenery just beyond the balcony railing. “Pardon my bluntness but, I haven’t the slightest doubt that I’ve captured your eyes, you could’ve burnt a hole in my dress if you simply willed it so. Besides, I’ll soon hold your name and acquire your heart.” Ameerah walked to Jooheon and traced the ‘V’ of his blouse, “Just think, you have yet to even hold all of me. You can rest assured, wandering eyes are no threat to me.” Her hand cupped his chin gently. A lady may play well with others but, a woman knows how to keep her toys from becoming dull, Understood?” She said placing a soft kiss to his lips. “Yes.” Was all that he could muster, his focus was now on the growing tension within his pants. Jooheon kissed the back of her hand, “So the saying is true? That man is really that simple?” She joked. Jooheon dropped his head, all he wanted to do was take her to bed, “I fear you may be correct.” The two finally sat and began pouring wine, sweet hints of pear surrounded them. “It smells amazing, is this home gown?” Jooheon nodded as he poured his own glass. “Oh yeah, this is actually one of my creations. Believe it or not, wine making is rather relaxing; it’s one of my favorite pass-times.” Jooheon looked on excitedly as Ameerah took her first sip. “Wow, this is delicious….any other hidden talents I should know about.” Jooheon took a gingerly swig, “You’ll see first hand tomorrow evening.” Ameerah choked on the crisp liquid. “Highness!”

Nae’va followed behind Kihyun as he led them to their next destination. She was finally able to take in all of him, his shoulders sat rather tall complimented by a delectable span of neck. He was quite handsome in the day but, the way the moon was casting a shadow over his sharp side profile; Na’eva found herself starring even harder, he looked like perfection. “See something you like?” Kihyun said flashing a toothy grin. “What? N, No absolutely not. I was looking at the beading on your collar, it looks rather intricate.” She finished a little too quickly. “Ah, thank you. My mother had it made for my father when they were courting. Heh, kind of fitting for the evening, no?” He said glancing back; his eye were much different from earlier today- they seemed warm. “So, we’re courting now? Na’eva asked quickening her pace to match his. “If her highness finds it to her liking?” Na’eva smirked, “I believe it’s too soon to tell dear prince; besides, I still have no clue where you’re taking me. Atleast you’re allowing me to walk on my own…and the views are exquitie.” She said peeking over the never ending balcony. “What is that? The scent is lovely.” Na’eva asked closing her eyes and trying to place it. Kihyun stopped and looked at her, “Our table.” He said beaming from ear to ear. This was the first time he had ever done something like this….romantic. His palms were already starting to sweat.

Red and pink petals met Na’eva’s eyes as she looked down. “Roses…they’re lovely.” She said tiptoeing over the silky petals. They rounded the corner to a quaint stone gazeb; roses were cascading from the top and up it’s legs. The fact that this was tucked away in this little corner of the castle was beyond romantic. past Islet lace ran from one end of the table to the other, dessert was bountiful and the smell of fresh chocolate carried in the wind.

Shadows danced upon them both as candles surrounded the small table. “You did all of this for me?” Na’eva asked lifting a rose from the stem to her nose. Kihyun stepped closer, “Yes, it’s the least I could do. I know I’m not the greatest with words but, how I handled today was appalling. I’ll never treat you like that again, I’m sorry.” Na’eva reached for his hand, “Ki, I understand you’re under a lot of stress. I can’t imagine everything you’ve been going through; all alone at that. Listen, I’ve given your proposal some thought.. I’d be delighted to visit Peth with you.” Kihyun’s eyes widened and the first true genuine smile crossed his lips. “Under a few conditions, you’re to wine and dine me this evening.” Kihyun perked up at her request, “Oh? What else, my queen?” Na’eva plucked a a petal and rubbed it between her fingers. “You’re to fill me in on your plans with your father, if I’m to help; you’re to hear my suggestions.” Kihyun took a step closer to her, “Not even married and you’re already making demands?” Na’eva smirked, “You learn quick, maybe there’s hope for you yet, dear prince?”

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Twist of Fate - Chapter 9

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Chapter 8

“We didn’t finish our conversation from earlier today.” Betty walked into Jughead’s office and shut the door behind her. The day had come to a close and Jughead texted Betty telling her to come to his office and they’ll go home together. Jughead jumped slightly at Betty’s entrance, seeing the excitement still racking through her body.

“You can’t tell Archie I told you.” Jughead motioned for Betty to come over and look at his laptop. Archie had written a frantic message about how nervous he was and how he was sure that she was going to think it’s a step too far. Yes they had only been together for a year, but they had a real connection that Archie wanted to consolidate. Betty thought it was very romantic.

“You’re so horrible at giving advice. Scooch up a sec I’m gonna pretend to be you.” Betty sat on Jughead’s knee, already typing out a huge paragraph to Archie about how much Ronnie loved him and how romantic ‘Jughead’ found it. Speaking of Jughead, he sat watching and pointing out things he would never say until he was sure it was undetectable.

“Do you really think it’s that romantic to move that fast?” Jughead asked, genuinely curious. He found it exciting that his sister had found love, yes. But he thought marriage wouldn’t be on the cards for at least a few years. They were only 21 years old. Betty said nothing for a minute, sitting comfortably in Jughead’s lap. Until she started talking.

“I mean, if you know it’s right then there’s no denying it. What’s the point in delaying it for a few years if you know it’s going to happen anyways. Life’s too short to abide by what’s socially acceptable, do what your heart wants and hope that it works out.” Jughead had never heard truer words in his life. Betty was now fully staring at Jughead and he was staring at her. The intensity and electricity between the two was undeniable. Betty was finding it hard to breathe at how close she actually was to him. Much like this morning, being near him made her thoughts fuzzy and her eyes traitorous. Jughead was feeling the same, finding his body leaning closer towards Betty and his face attempting to capture her lips with his own.

This plan was abruptly foiled when the facetime tone rang from Jughead’s laptop. Archie was calling. Jughead sighed heavily but didn’t move away. Betty kissed his cheek before getting up and walking towards Jughead’s couch. Becoming suddenly more interested in something on her phone. Jughead answered the call shortly after to see an extremely nervous looking Archie on the other line.

“I think I’m going to do it tonight. Ronnie wanted to come over and see Betty so what do you say to helping me plan?” Archie chatted into his phone. Jughead sat up straight, suddenly feeling the same nerves as Archie. “Also, thanks Betty, your advice really helped me.” Archie smugly smiled at Jughead’s shocked expression. Betty could only giggle loudly from the couch in response.

“Okay, okay. Be around ours at 8. We’ll handle dinner.” Jughead shut is laptop, shoving it into his satchel and gathering up a few more things before walking over to Betty and holding out his hand. “You ready to go home?” He asked, not denying the happiness that those words gave him. She took his hand, standing up with her handbag already over her shoulder.

“Always.” She whispered. Jughead couldn’t deny how incredible Betty looked today. Her usual tight ponytail was loosened a little, letting some of her golden locks flow freely. Her make-up was light, showing off how naturally beautiful she really was. She wore a dark blue blazer accompanied with a plain white blouse and matching flared trousers. She looked business savvy and added her own Betty touch. Jughead couldn’t agree more with whatever she was doing.

The ride home wasn’t anything exciting. Though, he felt a lot better getting in his car with Betty instead of by himself. He likes that this would now be an everyday routine. It wasn’t special but Betty made it seem so. As if her presence added a touch of magic to the blandest of things, much like her cooking.

“Okay, you grab the chicken and I’ll cut the onions.” Betty dropped her bag to the floor and walked into the kitchen. She was already halfway through dicing the onion when Jughead walked into the room. Glancing over her shoulder, she realized the look on his face was a little too serious. “Juggie? You okay?” Betty walked over to Jughead slowly, hoping that he wasn’t having second thoughts with Archie and Veronica. He looked up and forced a smile.

“I’m good, let’s get this curry cooked.” Jughead stalked away from Betty, moodily grabbing the chicken and preparing it. Truth is, his mind is spinning right now. He hopes that Betty’s words earlier applied to him. She did kiss his cheek after. Unless she was just being nice. But Betty isn’t like that, she really does care. This morning proved that enough.

Betty obliged and carried on cutting the onions until they had a whole curry prepared. Betty didn’t say much to Jughead in hopes that he would talk to her when he felt like he could, which was just as she was serving up the curry into 4 separate bowls.

“Betts, can I talk to you?” Jughead blurted out. He couldn’t keep it in any longer. He’d never felt this connection with anyone before and he was really hoping she could feel it too. That maybe their friendship could develop into something more, something better. Betty washed out the serving bowl and put it on the draining board before turning around to face Jughead who was now just inches away from her.

“Wait. Juggie, I-uh. I-“ Before Betty could finish, she cut herself off and slammed her lips against Jughead’s. At first, he was shocked. His body racked with energy he didn’t even know he had as he kissed her back with just as much force. Maybe even a little more. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling her closer and kissing her deeper. The feeling something he’d never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Betty moaned against his lips as he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her up onto the counter, their lips never separating once. He stood himself in between her legs, her body flat against his. The thoughts of moving too fast and things going wrong were absent in Betty’s mind. All she could think about was his tongue exploring her mouth and his hands on the small of her back, threatening to move down further. Betty’s fingers were curled in his raven coloured locks, his beanie long forgotten on the kitchen counter.

The pair continued to passionately kiss, only breaking every so often for air. This was too fast but it felt too right. As if their bodies fit together perfectly, not even a drip of air could come between them in this moment. But the ringing of the doorbell could split them apart faster than ever. Amidst their minor rendezvous, Archie and Veronica were right on time, ringing their doorbell and waiting for the polite amount of time before barging in. Luckily for the pair, they’d already had time to look presentable before the couple had walked in.

Ronnie looked incredible, as always. She was wearing a faux black fur coat with a crystal white mid-thigh dress and small black heels. Of course, the white string of pearls wrapped around her neck. Archie matched her, wearing a white button up shirt and black jeans with normal black shoes. He didn’t usually always make an effort, but Veronica encouraged looking business ready always. That was mainly due to some clients calling up in the worst of times.

“Ooo, I love curry!” Archie ran straight to the table, seating himself and digging in. Veronica scolded him lightly before seating herself next to him and staring adoringly. Betty noted the amount of love concentrated in that stare and hoped that one day; she would have that amount of love for someone. Only now, she was hoping it was Jughead.

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