#every time someone asks me if I plan to continue a oneshot

[eustasskidagenda]

hello!! ^^ this is my first time requesting, so hopefully i'm doing this correctly :;

can I request a trafalgar law/reader hurt to comfort oneshot, where the two of them get into a really big argument or fight and reader decides to leave him alone for a long time, so THAT eventually leads to some problems between the two and Law has to make things right??

(basically reader gives law the silent treatment, and law is too prideful to admit his wrongs)

thank you in advance!!! I've really enjoyed reading your kid works, so i'd be happy to see more of your writing :)

☆Trafalgar Law x Reader giving him the silent treatment after an argument 

Hello dear anon, don't worry, you did it perfectly and thank you so much for your request. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope it will match your expectation. Enjoy our dear emo boy!

CW : g/n reader, hurt&comfort, Law is bad at express how he feels, let me know if I forgot something

WC : around 2,000 words, whoops, I love Law way too much, I got carried away

Law is not a man of many words. That's the less you can tell. Always quiet about his plans, sometimes, you still struggle to understand what's going on in this beautiful mind. Usually, you just deal with it, supporting him as much as you can. But today, it's too much to handle. He is perpetually busy all day and night, and sometimes the bed is cold, and you know he didn't sleep with you. It hurts. You just have the feeling to carry on with this relationship alone. 

"We need to talk, Law." Busy with probably another shenanigan you don't know about, he totally ignores you and continues to read his newspaper. Again. Heavy-hearted, you close your eyes and clench your firsts. You can't step back and always try to round the corners. "Law", you insist. He finally drops the newspaper. "What, y/n-ya?" He asks, annoyed by the interruption. 

"Honestly, lately… I feel totally sidelined. You're always focused on your plans I don't nothing about, or busy with your patients. And it hurts" Law looks surprised by your words. Usually, you're more the one trying to smooth the things and trying to be super-comprehensive, because you do love Law, and you know he had been through a lot. Supporting him is the least you can do. But what about you? Your emotions? 

"I've not neglected you, y/n-ya. I'm just busy." Yes. That's the whole point. "You're always busy. If you don't need me anymore, just say it," you snarls, anger slowly heating your chest and burning your cheeks. Communication is maybe the key, but it's a struggle to communicate with someone as reserved as Law. The worst? You know he loves you. He's just… an aloof. Always distrustful. "Answer me," your voice is shaky from both anger and distress. " I have things to do, y/n-ya. Don't act like a child. I still feel the same way about you, and you know. " 

Maybe it's true, but you don't believe him anymore. You don't even remember the last time you kissed that sweet lips on him. And the feeling of his fingers entwined with yours, when you redraw the lines of his tattoos, cuddling with him in bed. How can you feel the absence of someone you see every day? "I miss you," you confess. "But I'm right here. With you. I need to get those things done, so please be patient." Why can't he understand? With that unreadable face, he's still sitting on his chair. What's going on his mind? "What things, then?" He sighs. "I can't tell." 

No. It's enough. Now, you're mad. "Stop pushing me away! I miss you. Do you realize the absurdity of missing someone I can see every day? It's been four days since we last slept together! This morning, you didn't kiss me! You're always taking me for granted and I feel like I'm transparent!" At last, you manage to get a response from him. He removes his hat, runs his hand through his hair, and his eyes darken as your anger is about to explode. "Can you not be patient? I need to… finish what I'm working on. "

No.

Not this time.

He has already stated that too many times before. Before Dressrosa. Before Wano. You already waited way too long. Even for someone as patient as you, it's too much. " I'm tired," you confess, the voice which with emotions. "It can't keep going like this. Why am I always the second choice for you?"

Maybe it's because you always give everything you have to him. Supporting him, regardless of what. You had to break his armor several times to get closer to him, despite his distant and detached personality. The moment he finally confessed about his past was beautiful. The nights you spend together, simply talking about your lives, goals, and dreams, are rooted in your heart. A warm memory of two souls bonding and finding comfort through words and confession. Now, everything is just fading away. And you hate how angry and confused you sound, when Law is just as calm as always. Does he even notice what you just said? You can't tell.

"You don't even answer me. Such a shame to be named heart pirates when you don't even have one." you explodes, shouting the words.

"I don’t think it's the right time to talk about this because you're too emotional y/n-ya. "

"And you're too logical!"

The saying goes that opposites attract, but you're not so certain anymore. 

"I'm just so fucking done!" Now, you're screaming and Law growls, "Shh, don't yell, everyone will hear us," he says, caring way too much about his privacy. "I don't care! Just say something! " He looks so tired, with his usual dark rings under his eyes. "Leave me or not, but do something because I'm so done with this shit. I'm the only one trying to communicate and make things right!"

You slam the door of his small office with anger and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. He doesn't follow you. He remains confined, choking on his own pride. He probably thinks you will be back soon, as always after an argument. But not this time. You're really done. It's his time to make some efforts, to prove that he actually cares about you and your relationship. 

At the diner, he doesn't show up. During the night either. It's not easy to distance yourself from him. But you will not change your mind. After three days, he finally starts to realize that you will not come after him. 

Why aren't you bringing him his morning coffee, massaging his tensed shoulders, and spreading your stupid concealer under his eyes? All those small actions you always do to lighten his burden as a captain… damn, he never felt that lonely. But what can he do now? How can he fix the mess he made?

The Polar Tang's ambiance is as cold as a winter island after a week. Everybody noticed the huge tensions between you and the Law. The captain is irritable, barking orders at everyone and looking for you everywhere, but you're just hiding from him. He's exhausted by this situation. He's starting to understand what you said: he misses you, even if you're here. 

It's becoming too much for his tortured soul after 10 straight days. The pain in his heart is unbearable. In reality, he feels like a child he never had the chance to be: terrified, lost and alone. Are you going to leave him too? Why is everyone around him always dying or disappearing? Is it always his fault? Now, he feels miserable, almost crying alone in his office. He can't even focus when Bepo asks him to bandage a small wound he just made. His hair is messy because he runs his hands through it too much. Law sighs heavily. His nerves completely fading away as he struggles to bandage Bepo. Why the hell is he crying over a poor bandage? 

He's exhausted. Physically and mentally. An he misses you. Deeply. He understands everything you said that day. He understands how you have felt lately and it's a horrible sensation. You didn't deserve the way he pushed you away from everything. He misses the warmth of your body, the passion in your sweet kisses, and your hands redrawing his chest tattoo. 

He needs to make things right. 

In this situation, what Corazon would have done? 

Probably running after you after slamming the door, falling miserably on the ground, and crying pathetically with an ugly nose running. Law frowns. But at this point, he's so desperate that he wouldn't mind crawling and begging for your forgiveness. He stumbles out of his office, tired, and looks for you. How can you hide on such a small ship? "Have you seen y/n?" He asks to everyone and they all they say no. Are they lying? Where have you gone? Did something happen to you? Poor Law is so stressed right now, more than usual. He spent the entire day looking for you and failed. Is it too late? Have you just left? Without a goodbye? No. It can't be. He needs to see, kiss, and hug you. Just one more time, just one last time. Even if feels that he doesn't deserve you. 

He slams the door of the bedroom you used to share with brutal force. As he takes off his hat before laying on the mattress, he sighs and an idea crosses his mind. But he's afraid. Because if his plan is not working, it will mean you have already left the Polar Tang. For good. Hands shaking, he finally moves his fingers and mutters, 'room, shambles'. Your plushie disappears as you suddenly pop on the bed. 

Oh, thank god, you didn't leave. "Y/n-ya" he whispers, his voice thick with emotions. 

Your heart is pounding as you remain silent. Ten days. Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin helped you hide from Law for ten days straight. Giving him the silent treatment was a difficult choice and all you can hope for is that it actually worked. "I'm not a man of many words," he confesses. "But I do love you. I'm sorry for always pushing you away, please forgive me. It's just that... I need to keep you out of trouble. If you don't know my current plan for now, it's safer. " For someone as quiet as him, he's talking a lot. But still not enough."I think I've taken you for granted, but I want to be there for you. Please, let me stay by your side. Don't leave me, please." He almost begs, his voice thick with emotions. 

His gentle touch on your cheek almost melts you.  You missed those beautiful, smooth hands on your face. You get closer, enjoying the warm heat heating up your chest. "You're so beautiful", he whispers. He looks so genuinely innocent, discovering again all the small details of your face. What has he done to be so fortunate in love? Does he only deserve you? You can tell that he's not even sure as he waits for your answer, trying to hide the slight shaking in his movements. 

"I love you, Law." You gently assure him by kissing the tattoos on his fingers. As the solace embraces his heart, Law is melting inside.

He didn't lose you. It's not too late. "I know you're not good at words, so I won't ask for much. What you just said is already perfect. Thank you for confessing to me. I know it's hard for you to open up." you reassure him. "What should I do, y/n-ya? How can I show you that I care about you? I won't repeat this situation twice." His eyes are now shining with pure determination. "Just the small things you used to do before. Sleeping with me, giving me a hello and a goodnight kiss... you remember that? Our routines." Law nods, probably taking mental note. "I have to kiss you twenty times." You raise an eyebrow confusedly. "Why?" 

He shrugs. "It's been ten days since I last saw you. And I'm supposed to kiss you all mornings and evenings." He's so serious right now, you can't help but burst out laughing. He's not joking at all. God, you love this nerd so much. The confusion on his face is even more hilarious. " I love you," you sigh between two laughs. "Why are you laughing? Am I wrong?" That man is so smart, cold and logical, but with love… he's just a mess. A beautiful mess. The one you will always love and cherish. "You're so adorable."

And now, he's blushing. How dare you call him adorable? "Just come here," he sighs, grabs your hips, and sits you on his laps. His lips are sealed to yours, and he kisses you. Twenty times. And he's counting. Every kiss is filled with passion, love, unspoken emotions, and sweet promises. 

And, as always when you're together in the same bed, you end up redrawing the tattoos on his chest. As you gently caress his skin, he falls asleep, the tension finally leaving his face. You cradle your head against his chest. His heart is slowly beating, and he looks so calm right now. 

You are here with him, and his tortured mind can finally get some sleep.

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[just-another-fanfiction-writer]

Where we belong | Sebastian Sallow x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: When Sebastian Sallow claims something...or rather someone as his, he'll take great care of it. Luckily he claimed you...

Warnings: smut (with a tiny bit of plot), aged up characters, possessive!Sebastian, dirty talk, teasing, mention of bj, choking, marking, "Good girl", fingering, edging, overstimulation, bondage, p in v, rough sex, creampie, minors dni

Hi there! ❤️️

This fic is part of Sallow Sunday with the theme ⛓kinky⛓ ! (credits to @rypnami)

But first of all, just a few of you might recognize this from somewhere else, as I've been the "seb finger anon" on @anto-pops amazing blog, who I decided to send a few anon asks to, inspired by her most liked kinks. It's been so much fun to see your reaction, Antoinette! Love ya! If you wanna check out the anon asks, click here -> X

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!❤️️

~Mia

It must’ve started somewhere with Sebastian asking you what you were thinking and you telling him about how deliciously good his knuckles feel like, whenever they pull out and push back in.

And it continued with the thought of how beautiful his fingers would look like with a coat of arousal on them.

Now, Sebastian’s deep brown eyes were staring at you.

You were looking back, already panting from coming so hard - the second time…right after your first one, cause he just didn't stop fingering you.

And then he opened his mouth, licking his fingers real slow and keeping eye contact with you.

"Mhh...you taste so fucking good, love", he mused quietly with a smirk, seeing how this simple gesture just made more arousal drip out of you.

He drags his long, thick fingers across the wet folds, basking in the way your legs twitch from the overstimulation.

Now with coated fingers again, he moves atop of you, letting his index and middle finger trail over your lips.

"Open, love. Taste yourself. You need to know how good this pussy is for me."

You gasped at his words, but faltered immediately, your tongue darted out to lick your own slick off his fingers.

It's salty, yet sweet. And arousing all the same.

Sebastian couldn't hold back his groan, feeling and watching your tongue swirl around his two fingers. You looked so pretty like this.

It reminded him of how, just a few moments ago, the exact same tongue swirled over the tip of his cock. Oh, it twitched eagerly between his legs at the image in his head.

He wanted you all to himself.

He wanted to show you every single way that would seek out this delicious pleasure.

He wanted you screaming his name, so the whole world would know, who you belong to.

You were his and only his.

"Good girl," he praised in a low voice, a dark and wicked grin forming on his lips at the plan forming in his head.

You were in for a wild ride.

His long and wet fingers pushed your lower lip down, making it bounce back up, when his fingers trailed further - down your chin and slowly to your neck.

"You are so fucking gorgeous, love. You have no idea," Sebastian whispered hungrily, his lips ghosting yours.

He closed the gap, his lips molding right into yours, as if they were made for each other. It didn't take long for his tongue to tangle yours into a dance of dominance, but at last all you could do was submit to him, letting him guide you to paradise.

Especially as his large hand gently grabbed your throat...but he added no pressure to your disappointment.

The Slytherin only smirked against your lips, knowing exactly how he played with you. He brushed his fingers across your neck, lips parting again and eyes travelling down.

"Hm, I do have an idea how to make you even prettier."

Before you could react, air rushed out of your lungs from the way he started sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck, skin darkening into a beautiful shade of purple.

"Sebastian," you breathed weakly, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your swollen clit, making your hips buck up.

"Keep moaning my name, while I claim you as mine, love."

You whined, when Sebastian moved less than an inch lower to place a second hickey on your neck, right next to the other one, cause it made him move away from where you needed him most.

He simply chuckled, when he felt you wiggle closer to him again and heard you whimper when his tip teasingly slid through your arousal.

"So needy," the brunette whispered, his locks tickling your skin as he went to place yet another hot kiss to your throat.

"Come on, moan my name."

Holding his weight up with one arm on the mattress, his free hand slithered up to cup your breast, kneading it, before flicking his thumb over the perked nub, teasing that sweet moan of his name out of you.

"Sebastian~"

You arched into him, shutting your eyes tightly and feeling like every inch of your skin was on fire - especially from the way his lips trailed lower, adding one hickey after the other.

It almost felt like his movements were calculated and intentionally slowly forming a symbol on your neck.

"What are you doing?" You choked, your mind getting dizzy from the attention the Slytherin gave you.

"I'm just making sure," Sebastian started off, moving back up to meet your eye, his voice low and dripping with desire, "everyone truly knows, who you belong to, love."

You barely heard his words, as his cock teased you right at your entrance and you took the opportunity to move lower, his tip slipping right into you, earning a threatening groan from the man above you.

You saw him struggle to pull out again, intoxicated by the feel of your warm and soft walls enveloping him, but he did so anyways, now looking at you with a dangerous glint in his dark brown eyes.

"Someone's eager, hm?" He whispered, the hand that was just teasing your nipple, now moving back up, to wrap around your throat again, this time adding a bit of pressure to it.

You were about to lose your fucking mind, you just wanted him to grab you tightly and fuck into you, making you topple over the edge in no time. You knew he could do it. He was that good.

But today seemed like Sebastian would pull everything from his bag of tricks to make you squirm beneath him.

He leaned down right to your ear, his hot breath tickling you.

"You've been such a good little slut for me, you'll be able to wait for me to fill you up just a moment longer, won't you? I need to finish this."

At this point, with his hand slowly adding more and more pressure, he could ask you anything - really anything - and you would agree in a heartbeat, if it meant he would finally fuck you into the mattress.

"Yes! Yes, I'll be good," you answered a bit too eagerly.

"Let's make sure, you can keep this promise."

Suddenly he held up all his weight through the hand on your neck and you were sure you'd either lose consciousness in the next second or combust - maybe both - while his other hand grabbed his wand off the nightstand.

You didn't even notice it, until you heard him whisper a spell.

"Incarcerous."

Thick velvety ropes wrapped around your wrists and yanked them above your head, the ends of it tightly knotted to the bedposts.

You yelped in surprise, ripped from whatever fantasy your mind just conjured and you looked up at your bonded wrists and back at the man above you, who has removed his hand from you and wore the smuggest grin on his lips.

His long fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, following the purple trail he started forming on your neck and collar bone. And he let his fingers tell you where his mouth would go next, so you knew exactly what he was doing.

Sebastian, possessive as always, was forming a big "S" out of hickeys on your neck and chest.

"You're insufferable," you joked and managed to roll your eyes at him with a smile, but when he only replied...

"And you're all that I desire."

...you almost lost it, moaning loudly with his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your chest.

"You look so beautiful like this," Sebastian whispered hungrily against your skin, his full-blown pupils looking up at you through his long lashes.

Your hands gripped the velvet ropes tightly, needing to touch him so badly right now. Needing to feel his soft hair between your fingers. Needing to scratch his back until the red streaks would threaten to start bleeding.

Or he threatened you with his hand on your throat again, to not scratch him like that.

Sebastian complained at least a week for not being able to sleep on his back from your marks, though you know he prefers to sleep on his stomach anyways.

You were pulled right out of your thoughts, when his teeth sunk into your skin once more and you gasped.

"Still with me?"

Sebastian chuckled darkly, the glint in his eyes more dangerous than you've ever seen before. He was at his height of possessiveness.

He needed you here in this moment every second of the way.

This was...special after all.

"Yes...yes fuck. I just," you started breathlessly, his tongue gently licking over the seventh or eighth hickey. You lost count.

"Hm?" He simply hummed with a smirk.

"I want to touch you, please. I need to feel more of you. Please, Sebastian."

Oh, you begged so beautifully. It must've been his favorite sound.

Hm, no, there was one that exceeded this, yes, and soon he would hear it again.

His heart clenched in his chest at the thought and his dick twitched once more, precum dripping onto your thigh, which you kept on wiggling, but only slightly, so he let it pass.

The groan rumbled deep in his chest and his face told you how much he was struggling to keep your hands from him. To keep your inviting heat from him.

You let a small victorious grin slip on your lips, but quickly hid it again, hoping he didn't see it.

But of course, the Slytherin caught it.

"You little minx. You think you can break me so easily? You think I fall for your tricks?"

Oh, his hand slithered back up to your throat and this time you probably looked like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and shakily breathing, when his long fingers wrapped around and started to squeeze slowly.

And when his knee moved upwards to meet your slick folds, you cried out.

"Sebastian!"

"Mh...bad girls like you deserve to be punished, don't you think?"

Before you could reply anything, his knee started moving and you stared up at the man above you, who simply smiled down with pure smugness.

With your head falling deeper into the pillow below, his knee worked you up, making you climb higher and higher to this place of pure ecstasy.

It was pure torture.

How good his hand felt wrapped around like a tight necklace and his knee rubbing your clit, your hole clenching around nothing. And your hands still aimlessly wiggling in their restrictions, needing something more to hold onto, instead of the fabric.

"Are you close, love?"

Sebastian's voice was low and his breath against your ear tickled you enough to send goosebumps down your whole body.

"Y-yes," you moaned, gasping for air, starting to see stars from all the sensations. "'m s...close..."

"Are you gonna cum?"

The knot deep in your abdomen started tightening so hard, it almost hurt.

"Yessss~"

"Good," Sebastian simply whispered.

You were right on the precipice of coming completely undone.

You tasted it right on the tip of your tongue.

You shut your eyes tightly and...just...a little bit...more...and...

...he removed his knee.

You mewled, feeling the promise of an orgasm slip right through your fingers, leaving you breathless and so fucking desperate.

He cooed you, caressing your cheek gently, as if he wasn't the one causing this.

"Hush, hush, love. As I said...bad girls like you deserve to be punished. So...will you be a good girl and follow my orders?"

In this very moment you knew you hated him. You hated him more than anything else.

But God, if you'd die this exact moment, you'd die a lucky woman.

"Yes."

"Good girl," Sebastian praised you, brushing the hair sticking to your forehead back and giving you a sweet and gentle kiss, before continuing his work on your chest.

And you kept your promise, staying as still as possible for him to create his little masterpiece right on your neckline, which was hard to do with his fingers travelling all over your body and his mouth sucking your skin just right.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you whined under him, barely able to keep your promise when he sucked another hickey on you.

"Fuck, every little sound you make goes straight down to my cock. You make me so fucking hard."

Oh, and he made you feel just how hard it made him, rubbing his cock so perfectly against your clit, only making you whine more desperately for him.

"Lucky for you, I am finally done with my work here," he grinned, trailing the purple skin with his finger once more, as if to seal it with this gesture.

You need a moment to register what his words meant, but when it hit you, it hit you like a train.

"You've been such a good girl and good girls get what they want. So, tell me...what do you want, my dear?"

"Oh please, I need you."

Yes, you sounded so desperate, and it was music to Sebastian's ears.

"I need to touch you a-and I need you to fuck me. Just please...I need you!"

"Fuck," the brunette growled above you, his face contorting and you looked down, seeing a hand wrapped around his dick, which was pulsating and dangerously red-tipped, pushing down on it to hold himself back.

"When you sound like this, I'm not going to last even before getting inside you, love."

You smiled brightly at him, almost beaming, knowing just how much on an effect you were having on him as well. He was throbbing with anticipation and desire and so were you, seeing him grab his wand once more and finally releasing you from your confines.

Your arms immediately wrapped around Sebastian's broad shoulders, pulling him real close, kissing him feverishly. He had barely time to place his hands next to you, so he wouldn't crash right into you.

But you didn't care.

You just kissed him with so much passion, your fingers finally able to tangle in his brown curls and the others digging into his freckled skin.

He simply moaned into your kiss, tongue delving into you, while his tip once again brushed against your clit.

That tore you away from his lips for a moment and Sebastian just smiled, propped up on his elbows, fingers brushing soothingly through your hair.

"Are you ready?"

The love and tenderness in his words, his smile and his oh so beautiful eyes...you just knew that not only you belonged to him, but his heart and soul - his entire being - it belonged to you and only you.

He was entirely yours and no one could ever change that.

"Yes," you smiled back, pulling him in for another quick kiss before he started to push inside you.

Even with all this preparation and the amount of arousal pooling between both of your legs, the sensation of him pushing into you still left you absolutely breathless.

Your moans when he bottomed out, mixed together into a wonderful harmony of passion.

Sebastian started to move slow, your eyes fixated on one another as both of you let yourselves fall into the pleasure you gave each other. His hips increased their speed, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin starting to fill the room.

At some point the bed started creaking, earning a small chuckle from both of you in between moans and gasps.

Sebastian angled himself up above you, your hands flat on his pecs, feeling the rapid heartbeat inside his chest. His hips kept on snapping in an increasing speed against you, the tip hitting even deeper inside you, brushing against that spot, which made you mewl once more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the brunette muttered in between thrust, seemingly lost in the moment, his eyes shut tightly and his control slipping.

You knew he was close, and he tried his best to get that one last orgasm out of you, before he would let himself come undone.

"Sebastian," you managed to say, pulling his attention back to you.

His big brown eyes were wide and dark, desperate for you.

"I love you."

And there was this warm and loving expression again. Now his eyes almost looked amber in the dim light of your room.

With a hand on his neck, you pulled him back down to you, holding him close, while his hips didn't stop thrusting, now hitting even deeper and pounding against your sweet spot every time.

Your whole body trembled from this new position and there it was in reach again...your impeding climax.

Big arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you, steading you, keeping you completely safe.

"I love you, too."

His whispered words and a very powerful and precise thrust were all that it took for you to topple over the edge with a scream of pure ecstasy. Your walls convulsed around Sebastian, tightening in an almost death grip and all you could manage to say was, "Inside. Cum inside."

And so, he did after just two thrusts, cumming in spurts of hot white strings that coated your insides, filling you up completely.

Your trembling limbs stayed like this for a moment, Sebastian's hips only moving subtly, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible, before he got too sensitive and stopped moving all together, knowing how much you needed him to stay inside after such a strong orgasm.

To be honest...even if the slightest movement right now hurt him, Sebastian didn't want to break this bond you two had in this exact moment.

This was all he ever wished for.

All he ever needed.

Yes, if he only had you in his arms just like this for the rest of his life, he would die a lucky man.

After some time, your breathing came back to normal, your eyes weren't as hazy anymore and reality crept its way back into your minds.

Still holding him close and staying connected, you two turned around, so Sebastian was on his back and your body on top of his.

It fit right into his, as if you two were made for each other.

Oh, you were sure of it.

You two belong to each other...forever.

With this thought in mind, a tired smile on your lips and his fingers drawing soft circles on the small of your back, you were lulled into a deep slumber, feeling absolutely safe and sound.

The next morning, after a desperately needed shower...only together of course, you stood in front of the mirror, getting dressed, while Sebastian dried his hair with a towel, another one hanging around his hips, as he walked over to you.

You pouted slightly, looking at yourself in the mirror, your fingertips trailing over the purple S on your neckline, the jewelry on one of your finger shimmering in the morning sun.

"Wasn't the ring enough?"

"Of course not, love," Sebastian chuckled, wrapping his arms around your middle, placing his head in the crook of your neck, smiling as he inspected his work in the mirror.

"When I said, I wanted you to wear my name, I meant it metaphorically and literally."

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[despairots]

#A NIGHT TO REMEMBER, o. dazai!

a special oneshot!

description, it’s special to know how the other feels. to communicate is the best, though, dazai isn’t one for words but it’s fine, you’re the same. neither of you can put the feelings you have into words.

— story contains, angst, established relationship, swearing, suicide mentions, depressing talks, “no longer human” connections i think?, r! psychoanalysis’s i guess?, mental health, trauma talking, character deaths, if i missed anything let me know! gender neutral! reader.

“why are you writing this?” bc dazai is one of the characters i heavily relate to on another level. hes so much different from mizuki akiyama and satoru gojo. and this is just me talking a lot about dazai’s character and analyzing him… btw, r! wears a black blazer (or leather jacket) white button up with a black waist coat, either brown shorts or pants (maybe black of u want), underneath the shorts or pants are like black tights and slip on penny loafers.

long before you started dating dazai, there was an obvious connection that you only saw and felt. obviously, you were friends during those time periods because you worked in the same place, everyone there were friends.

though, the friendship you two had were entirely different from the rest, had the same humour but showing it differently. you wouldn’t lie and say that dazai flirting with you just to ask for a double suicide didn’t concern you, because it did. there’s no doubt that he’ll try and eventually succeed (although, death doesn’t accept him).

there’s nothing that can kill this man, no matter how hard he tries. you picked that up during one of his failed attempts, it almost succeeded if kunikida wasn’t there, you thanked him a ton. all he said in response is that; “i have to look over that idiot one way or another.” no matter how much dazai annoys his coworkers, they still care.

when dazai tries to commit and somewhat fails, it’s almost like he’s punishing himself for still being alive. you know his past, after all, you were in port mafia with him, even though you two didn’t work together or how he didn’t know you during that time, you sure knew him.

he was surrounded by death, in the port mafia and the ada, it follows him yet never accepts it’s his time to come to the afterlife. he makes these plans that somewhat end up succeeding though he hurts himself in the process, always worrying you. what if eventually death actually accepts him at some point?

dazai has been extraordinarily smart every since he was a kid to the point where he’s been dehumanized by dubbing him; “the demon prodigy”. you didn’t know anything about his parents, you did know what drove him to be tired of living. he’s tired living, bored by life and the people around him, to him, they are easily predictable and manipulated that nothing can surprise him.

he can’t find sense to the world but most importantly, he doesn’t find sense in life, he ends up reverting to extensional depression, continuing the cycle he lives in.

dazai has been exploited ever since he was 14 and taken into the port mafia by mori. he was kept alive by mori, by chuuya, by everyone. he was used until there was nothing left. he never had any love nor hope (that he’d ever have someone to understand him) until a friend he later brought up to you, oda.

he truly believed he deserved everything that happened to him in the port mafia.

you believe that younger dazai never believed that he could be better, but if he’s changing now than he always had the ability to change, just never tried. he was sure the mafia was the only fate he had and the only place to escape of living.

then oda died. dazai was free, with ango’s help of wiping his criminal records. without ango’s help, he would’ve never been free from mafia, though he knows his past will always haunt him, he’s accepted that. he also knows that his indebted to ango, he knows he owes him.

since oda’s death, dazai’s trust had ran thin and he’s always on guard, his ability to open up to anyone had been cut off because he can not lose anyone again. the things he cares about and didn’t wanna lose, is lost the moment he gains it.

his plans always evolve other people, rather to manipulate or exploit. you don’t blame him, if it meant surviving, you would do it too.

he is someone who jokes but never opens up nor can be his true self. he’s a wreck who will drag anyone else down with him, that was a price you had to pay for dating him. he repulsed the idea of love and being in a relationship with you because of how he’ll be afraid of losing you.

dazai dated you as a joke, to see how thing will end, until he realized that you were somewhat different. you were always one step of ahead, had almost the same ability that involved contact, and you had this missing glint in your eyes. that’s just the surface though.

dazai knows there’s more to you— he doesn’t know about your connections to the port mafia though— but he doesn’t bother bringing the topic up to you though nor does he like talking about it.

at nights like this, where he’s staring aimlessly somewhere and devoid of emotion, he’s completely vulnerable in your shared dorm. sitting on the couch, cheek on the palm of his hand as the other searches the cold touch of your hand, seeking for some company.

—and you’re there. sitting on the couch with him and a book discarded in your lap, only staring at dazai with a look of curiosity and content, he looks peaceful despite the war going on in his head.

(you were memorized by the destruction he creates and has, it was peaceful to know what beautiful destruction that dazai carries with him).

when dazai feels the cold skin of your hand, he could feel his ability cancelling yours out as your hand covers his, holding it tightly yet so soft that he wonders if you’re even there. dazai finally looks at you, face still devoid of emotion, watching you reopen your book.

“morning, sleeping beauty.” you hummed softly, an amused tone with your words. dazai groaned and knocked your book off your lap, kicking his legs up into your lap and laying down, now staring up at the ceiling.

hearing dazai go silent wasn’t rare, it was rather common when you two are in your shared dorm, but not hearing him say something stupid back confused you.

you turned your head to dazai, taking notice of his eyes that threatened to pour tears in front of you, “you okay, ‘samu?” knowing him for a while now, he wouldn’t open up and talk about his feelings. it’s fine though, you’re like that too, and you wouldn’t mind waiting forever even if it didn’t come.

dazai didn’t respond.

he never did.

he closed his eyes and if you listened closer, you could hear the shaky breath that he exhaled. taking his hand in yours, you placed a chaste kiss to his palm, the contact making dazai open his eyes slowly and sit up on his elbows.

“when are you gonna leave?” he’s says stupid shit all the time, it doesn’t effect you, none of his words effect you. it should’ve effected you but it didn’t, and dazai could tell by the unamused look on your face, “when are you gonna take your life seriously?” you lightly jabbed at him, hearing him scoff and mutter ‘hypocrite’ underneath his breath.

dazai sat up properly, scooting closer to you and grabbing your hand, setting his head on your shoulder. dazai’s touch starved but refuses any contact that doesn’t involve him initiating it, you’re an expectation, you’ve always been every since the relationship started.

silence took over you, the fan in the background aswell as dazai’s calming breath stirring you into a tired state, laying your head on dazai’s head (knowing the neck pain wouldn’t be worth it tomorrow).

“y’know i’d wait, right?” dazai hums underneath his breath as a response, “how do i know you’re not lying?” and you scoff. rolling your tired eyes, for a guy like him to ask you that question is amusing. “we’ve been lying to eachother for a while but i’m not lying about this, ‘samu.”

the former executive makes himself more comfortable in the crook of your neck, forcing you to lay down and keep him close, “i know.” the words came out muffled, and alas, his eyes are shut again and his sleeping in your arms that are now warm.

with him being asleep, you could pick out the smallest details about the boy in your arms. in your arms, he isn’t the former demon prodigy, in your arms, he isn’t a former port mafia member, in your arms, he isn’t a dehumanized person.

he’s just a boy.

osamu dazai isn’t one for words, but it’s okay, because you’re not one for words either. it’s gonna be like that for awhile, or forever, only time could tell. dazai knows this; you know this. and since dazai’s betrayal to the port mafia, he’s changing, but if he’s changing now, he was always capable of changing, he just never cared enough to try.

osamu dazai isn’t one for words, neither are you.

tick.

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[hanniluvi]

✦ TRUTH OR DARE ?! — RICKY ONESHOT ✦

— ★ : when a game of truth or dare leads to a confession.

✁ pairing : friend!ricky x gn!reader

// genre : friends 2 lovers ; fluff | word count : 2K+ (2505)

♪ warnings ! — not proofread (so there may be mistakes), a kiss is made w ricky n reader, peer pressure (in a good way?!?), lmk if there’s any more!

☏ soph speaks ! — first zb1 work aaaa !! and its not a smau?! surprising in a way 🫡 . since ricky has be flooding my tiktok fyp (and has been slightly bias wrecking me), here is something i thought of late at night !! hope you like it :)

“Come on, it will be fun!”

“Obviously not if there’s only four or five people! And probably not even five if they don’t want to participate!” you scoffed at Hanbin quietly, not taking him seriously.

Who would’ve thought you’d be playing such a childish game on a Friday night?

Staying at Hanbin’s house made you guys brainstorm on things you should do for the night.

Play sports? Boring! Plus, you could imagine the amount of rage quitting — you didn’t want to deal with that!

Bake? It’s too late! You weren’t really in the mood to bake anyways.

Play games? Sure, but what you didn’t expect was a game about asking each other questions.

“You’ve declined everything I suggested—can’t take it anymore!” Hanbin dramatically grasps his chest. “Plus, I’ve been wanting to do this forever! We have to—at least once!”

You continued to refuse — there was no way you were going to participate in this!

“If Ricky agrees, we ARE doing it!” Hanbin pleads with his eyes, waiting for a response.

Ricky looks at the two of you cluelessly, not picking up what you and Hanbin talked about earlier.

Noticing the heavy stares, he takes out his airpod, waiting for someone to say something.

“Ricky—“ Hanbin cuts you off immediately, “Ricky, just say yes!”

“Just say yes for…?”

“Just do it!”

“Hey, you can’t do that!” You nudged Hanbin jokingly, a small chuckle escaped from his mouth.

Still clueless as ever, Ricky scratches the back of his head.

“Okay then…? Sure — for whatever you guys are planning to do.” Ricky is still unsure whether his answer was good or not — you groaned and sat in defeat while Hanbin held a mini celebration.

Hanbin easily used your weakness to play some stupid game. Your weakness? It was no other than Ricky.

Ricky. Your crush since the first year of high school. He became your best friend after you guys shared a majority of your classes together. And of course, you were afraid of rejection, so you held off confessing for now. (as if you were even going to actually do it.) Cliche, but not really. And you thought you held onto your secret of liking him pretty well.

You totally don’t turn red whenever Ricky indicates any physical touch. You totally don’t smile like an idiot when he walks away. You totally don’t fix yourself up whenever you see him walking your way.

Nope! There was no way you were that obvious.

Despite your great hiding skills, Hanbin had to be the first one to know about your crush. (as if you didn’t give it away from the beginning.) Ever since then, Hanbin has been using your crush as an advantage.

“You better tell me or else!” , “Ricky is with me.” , “I’ll bring Ricky along.” — the phrases he would always say to get you to do something. You practically engraved these in your brain already.

If you heard one of those phrases again, chills would shiver down your spine—that’s how traumatizing it is.

He knew that if he just mentioned his name once, you’d probably agree to something so fast.

Hanbin does the same thing everyday. Asks you to do something, you refuse—he calls Ricky’s name, and you admit defeat.

And you know it works every single time too. It just became something you could never avoid.

Having no other choice, you went to the living room.

…Just maybe, you’d participate in this stupid game.

Totally not for Ricky, though.

Here you are, gathered around in a circle in Hanbin’s living room. Not only did he manage to get you and Ricky to play, he even got Woongki, Seunghwan, and … Seowon?

Seowon showed up to the house last minute—it seemed like he only joined the “party” for this game. So now there’s six people instead of five. I guess, the more the merrier.

You stared at the four intensely, not knowing what they would be up to. Those four were mischievous together, and unbelievably chaotic when next to each other.

You’re sure that especially those four know you have a crush on him.

Seunghwan. He knew because you accidentally said you had a crush on him. Not surprised, Seunghwan heavily supported you and Ricky. He would always secretly drop hints to Ricky such as, “You and Y/N look great together!” or “Aw, couple goals!” However, he’s not sure whether Ricky is picking up on his signals.

Woongki. Your saved contact for Ricky was questionable — “my ricky 🫶” Seriously? Do friends put each other’s contacts like that? You eventually told him because Woongki kept asking you to explain. Since then, he has always teased you by saying, “Oh, your Ricky is here!”

Seowon. When you told Woongki to not tell anyone, it was too late! On the phone, he unintentionally mentioned your crush to Seowon. As a result, he called you … and you chased after Woongki. It was astonishing that Seowon was unaware of your crush, let alone that you were crushing on Ricky, your best friend.

And Hanbin…well there’s no need to explain how he found out.

It just had to be those four to play this game with you and your crush.

“Ah, wait. Let me get us some snacks.” Hanbin interrupts the tense moment briefly — the only thing you were glad he did today.

The other three scattered to “find” things to get to leave you and Ricky alone for a bit. (but you didn’t know that.)

The two of you sat there silently, waiting for the others to start the game. Ricky managed to see you nervously picking at your fingertips. Tapping on your hand slightly, he was able to get your attention.

You hummed, ignoring your slightly reddened cheeks, and gradually stopped picking the skin off your fingers.

“Are you okay?” he mouths to you, just to get a quick nod from you.

“You sure? You only pick at your fingers when you’re nervous.” you smiled at him for remembering one of your habits. He should know, after all, you've known each other for at least two years. “Are you uncomfortable with playing this game? I can tell the others.”

“Oh no, I’m fine with this.” you lied — I mean, it’s just a childish game, right? Plus, you didn’t want to be seen as a coward to him. (although he would never see you like that). “Just randomly nervous, I guess.” another lie — you’re good at lying aren't you?

Ricky did have many questions, but to prevent you from getting even more overwhelmed, he sat there quietly. But, he never failed to take a glance or two at you.

The four slowly returned back, hands filled with snacks that could last for at least two weeks.

“Let’s start!”

The first few rounds were fine, with Hanbin being fearless, Seunghwan doing ridiculous things, and both Woongki and Seowon screaming their heads off. The sweets that had been collected began to vanish slowly.

You were chuckling quietly when you noticed Hanbin staring at you — you quickly stopped laughing because you knew what that stare meant.

It was finally your turn.

You exhaled deeply and attempted to ignore the twisting knot in your stomach. “Go ahead.”

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

You considered your options briefly while deciding what to do.

Truth. Hanbin will almost certainly ask you if you like Ricky, which you will most likely refuse to respond at this time.

Dare. It appears to be a much safer option — after all, what could Hanbin possibly force you to do?

“…Dare.” you said, wanting to get this over with.

“Sit closer to Ricky.”

You gave him a little death glare while the others said “ooh” quietly. They were aware of Hanbin's actions and enthusiastically supported them. I mean, it wasn't as horrible as you expected.

As you scooted closer to Ricky, he couldn’t comprehend why the rest were smiling. Why are they laughing now that you and him have been this close before?

There were many reactions, but Ricky didn't seem bothered by your proximity to him. You, on the other hand, were most likely the same shade as the pink couch pillow. You were humiliated for no apparent reason – why were you driven to be this way now? This would undoubtedly make Ricky suspect something is up.

Ignoring your friends' gaze, you knew it was Ricky's turn.

You ignored your bad feeling and watched Hanbin ask precisely the same question he had asked you a few minutes ago.

Without hesitation, Ricky quickly said dare. You had no idea how he made such an easy decision — he was as calm and cool as always.

Seunghwan patted Hanbin on the shoulder as he was going to say something. Hanbin smiled as he murmured something into his ear.

"That's a much better idea than I had in mind!" He held his hands together, his attention returning back to Ricky and you.

Oh no. You just know this dare will be awful.

"Hold hands with Y/N until the end of this game." The words that came out of his mouth made your jaw drop. You needed to listen back to make sure he said it correctly.

You and Ricky don't hold hands very often, if at all.

Ricky reached for your hand before you could even deny the dare uncomfortably. You stared at him with slightly bigger eyes, unable to break free from his grip.

He lays your hand on top of his thigh after interlocking his hands with yours. His hands fit perfectly with yours, like his hand was the final piece of a completed puzzle. He looked and raised his brows at the others, again with the serene face (with the slight pink hue on his cheeks that you didn't catch).

"Are you happy?" the others ask, secretly squealing to each other as if they'd gotten you and him together.

You and Ricky both shrugged, pretending holding hands didn’t affect you two at all.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you stared at the rest slowly taking their time to answer the simple truth or dare questions.

They were clearly doing this on purpose — but you had nothing to complain about though. You just worried your palm would start becoming sweaty if you continued to hold onto his hands for at least another twenty minutes.

His thumb would frequently brush against yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. When you put your hand on his, he prefers to play with your fingers rather than stay still. This game became too much for you to handle.

Once again, the simple question went back to you. You hoped that saying the truth would be much better than picking a dare.

“Truth.” Seowon looked at you mischievously and fixed his posture.

“Do you like anyone in this room right now? Romantically, I mean.”

You froze.

What did you expect from your circle of friends? They wanted you to confess just as much as you wanted to let these feelings out.

It’s just a game. Just say yes and continue. You had to remind yourself — there are five people here, so Ricky has a one-in-five chance of guessing correctly.

“…Yes.” Ricky was taken aback, and his heart in his chest sprung slightly. He kept his face expressionless and collected himself. He couldn’t be too sure, right?

Woongki playfully asked if you had a crush on him, which elicited some laughter from you and the others.

Ricky was gently laughing, but he hoped that wasn't actually the case.

They raced to make Ricky pick a decision when they were satisfied with your response.

“Truth.” That surprised you because you expected him to keep saying dare. That's exactly what he did last year.

"Do you like Y/N?" they inquired emphatically.

You turned to look at him, attempting to read his expressions.

The abrupt question tightened his grip on your hand. It's unusual to view Ricky in this light – it was like seeing him for the first time.

But he wasn't the only one who was taken aback by this question; you were as well.

You felt a surge of feelings rush over you: anxiousness, happiness, and worry. You hoped you knew the answer to this question.

You're not sure whether you should be grateful for Seowon's direct question.

He did take a bit longer to answer this question, the anticipation was killing you. He opens his mouth slightly, making your twisted knot feeling in your stomach grow bigger. Why won’t he say something already?

Ricky finally responded, feeling the eyes from you and the rest.

"Well, I wouldn't be holding hands with Y/N if I didn't like them, right?" He turned to face you, hoping for the same reaction. Ricky feels more at ease when he sees you smiling.

The four's loud cheers flooded the living room, ruining this romantic moment. Ricky ended himself laughing in embarrassment, wishing he had confessed in a more private setting.

“You mean it?” You said to him over the ongoing cheers. He nodded, staring into your eyes with much love. He had been waiting to say this for ages, and he finally did.

Ricky had finally noticed the blush you had, which made him smile widely.

“You look so cute like that.”

“Oh, enough.”

Looking right back at them, you wore a shy grin on your face. “Well, are you guys satisfied?”

"Trust me, we're not satisfied!" Hanbin says, knowing he was serious. "Let's just ask you guys the questions—it's more fun." The others nod in agreement, eager to bombard you two with questions.

The nervous feeling you experienced at the start of the game began to diminish as you giggled slightly at the questions being asked. Instead, a warm, loving sensation arises in your stomach.

It wasn’t just you who felt that feeling, it was Ricky as well. “Oh, just kiss already!” Seunghwan says dramatically, slightly opening one eye to check if you'll actually do it.

You were staring at Ricky when you noticed him gulp, which made you giggle. "...Can you guys turn around? It’s kind of awkward, yknow…" Ricky was taken aback by your unexpected question – it's amazing how much can happen in only a few hours in this game. The others eagerly turned around, remaining silent to allow you and Ricky to have some "private" time.

Noticing how Ricky was caught off guard, you took your chance. Grabbing his chin softly, you pulled him closer to you.

As you went for a peck there, your lips felt the warmth of his cheek. The four screamed in excitement when they heard you kiss him. They appeared to be happier than you, as if they had received a kiss from their crush.

In your own little world, you stared at Ricky lovingly — you made him feel shy with your gaze.

“..So what are we?”

“Definitely more than friends.”

Your hands with his collided even tighter, both of you not wanting to let go. Resting your head on his shoulder, you both watched the others continue to create chaos.

…Just maybe this game isn’t bad or stupid at all.

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[6-zao-xing-9]

Jealousy, Jealousy, and Jealousy

Pjsk boys x fem! reader

Summary: Oneshot: You and your boyfriend are having a nice walk around the park.... When a 'friend' from school 'runs into' you. Your boyfriend isn't very fond of this 'friend'. What do you do? Headcannons: how they act when they're jealous

This writing contains.... Shy reader...

A/N: results of this poll and this poll. No, the person with red quotes isn't Arata. Sorry if this isnt what you were expecting. I kinda wanted to go a bit more calm with this one. If you want something more spicy ✨dramatic✨, then just lmk :p yes i just discovered my kindle yes im using a kindle dont ask me why just had diff quotation marks. Just added a lil bit of hcs bc i felt like it :c

Kamishiro Rui:

denies it at first

Slyly

He'll be like

“Me? Little old me?”

if you keep calling him out, then he'll eventually admit it without shame

Gets super clingy when he's jealous

If youre in public, then he'll just hold your hand tightly and give you a kiss every now and then

If youre in private

Chances are you wont be going home tonight

As I gripped her hand gently, I continued rambling about my 'crazy' ideas for WonderlandxShowtime's upcoming show. As I finally run out of things to say, the calm silence fills the air, my eyes drifting to the beautiful view of the park, when the silence is suddenly interrupted.

“Y/N!”

An unfamiliar voice rings through my ears before I hear footsteps near towards the two of us.

“N/N! You did great in the school musical today!”

‘N/N....?’

I see a slightly familiar boy run up to Y/N and place his hands on her shoulders as he smiles brightly, pushing me aside as if I was nothing.

“....”

“U-Uh.... Thanks..?”

The girl says quietly and shyly, seeming a bit surprised by the sudden contact.

“Ah, pardon me.”

The boy says and retracts his hands from her shoulders.

“To celebrate your success, I wanted to maybe... Take you out for a drink? I've actually wanted to for a long time! I'll pay of course, I—”

“Ahem.”

“Hm?”

The boy turns towards me, as if he didn't know I was here.

“I believe N/N already has plans for the day.”

“Oh? Oh! That's fine! What about tomorrow? Tomorrow's fine right? After scho—”

“I'm afraid she has plans for tomorrow as well.”

“I do....?”

Placing a hand on her shoulder, I turn to her with a commanding grin.

“Why of course, dear. We were gonna go on a date tomorrow, remember?”

“.....”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry Shenke.”

“Uh, that's alright! But you can always call me if you ever want to hangout.”

“... Okay....”

Due to him leaving the scene, I feel my shoulders unintentionally relax slightly, before turning back to Y/N.

“Now then, let's continue our walk, shall we?”

Taking her hand, I watch her nod to my words before we continue our walk around the park.

Absentmindly, I find myself humming to myself before Y/N's soft voice interrupts me.

“.... Rui..?”

“Hm? Yes, dear?”

“You.... What was that back there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why'd you..... Yknow.... Say we were going out tomorrow? I mean, I don't have a problem with it but...”

“If you don't have a problem with it, then what's your point, N/N?"

“.... Rui, are you.... Are you.. Jealous?”

I chuckle and am quick to deny her words.

“Me? Jealous? Oh sweetie, why would I be jealous?”

“Well, I don't know, you just...... Nevermind..”

I smile at her and sigh out of relief internally as she drops the topi—

“Are you sure you aren't jealous?”

“I'm not jealous, okay Y/N? I have no need to be jealous, right?”

“I guess.....”

“Good. Now, I was thinking, for our next show, along the lines of—”

“I think you're jealous.”

I sigh and turn to her.

“What can I do to make you drop this topic?”

“.... Admit you're jealous..”

I sigh again, this time dramatically before placing a hand on her head.

“Fine, fine, I'm jealous. But I have every right to be, don't I? I hate it when someone asks you out right in front of my very eyes.”

“Rui you know I'd never leave you.”

“I do. Though I still can't stand it when someone invades your personal space.”

“But he wasn't really invading my—”

“Now come on, let's go to my house.”

“What, why?”

“I'm jealous, remember? When I get jealous, I tend to feel a bit more... Possessive..”

“You mean you're going to demand cuddles?"

“... Why must you say it as if it's a bad thing?”

Tenma Tsukasa:

kinda laughed it off when you first asked him if he was jealous

He tries not to think about it too much because he might end up actually convincing himself hes jealous

And he doesn't want that

If he does end up accepting it though

Then he'll just be like super super clingy

Lets say he got jealous when you guys were in public, and now your in one of your guys' houses

If its his house then he'll just pick you up and bring you to his room for cuddles

If its your house then he'll just basically do the same but without picking you up

Because of family

“So, what do you think? Brilliant, right?”

I asked the girl beside me, my smile shining brightly.

“.... Yes, it's very nice, Tsukasa. You should write your script more often.”

My smile widens after hearing her words, though I sadly admit,

“Unfortunately, I can't write the script all the time, or that would give me less time to work on my acting skills in detail. So—”

“Y/N!!!”

“Huh? Did you hear—”

Suddenly, a boy that appears to be around our age runs up to us, Y/N specifically, and places his hands on her shoulders.

“H-Huh? Who are—”

“N/N! You did so good in the musical today! Did you want to celebrate? I was thinking we could go to this new bakery today that my parents just opened up!"

“U-Um....”

I could see Y/N's eyes drifted away from the boy, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Excuse me, but I believe my co-star is already occupied with spending the day with her boyfriend!”

“Huh??? You have a boyfriend? Since when??”

The boy seemed genuinely confused but also a bit suspicious as he spoke.

“Since—”

“Since I confessed my astounding love towards this beautiful girl that you're asking out.”

“.... Really? Well, regardless, do give me a call if you want to.. hangout. You have my number!”

And with that, the boy walked off, leaving me standing with my hands on my hips.

Turning my head towards Y/N I speak in an unintentional slightly commanding tone.

“Why do you have his number?”

“I needed it for a school project we had to work on a while ago.... Why?”

“You know, you shouldn't give your number to strangers!”

“... But he's not a stranger.”

“Still, you know, I'm thinking maybe you should delete him from your contacts. Boys like him—”

“Tsukasa...”

I stop talking and smile at her as she calls me by my name.

“Yes, dear Y/N?”

“Are you..... Jealous?”

“J-Jealous? Me? Of course not! As a star such as myself could never be jealous over anyone!”

“A-Are you sure? You're acting a bit weird..”

I nod my head to her question, the big smile still present on my face.

“I'm one hundred percent sure, my dear co-star! A star should never lie!”

“.... You sound jealous to me.”

“N/N, everything is not always as it seems or sounds. You've got to learn that in li—”

“Why are you jealous?”

I look at her, confused. I thought I just said I wasn't jealous. Or does she not believe me?

“Y/N, I-I told you I'm not jealous! Why won't you believe me?”

She stays silent, thinking for a few moments, before replying.

“You're just acting a bit different than usual, that's all.”

What's this I feel on my forehead? Sweat?

“I... I have no idea what you're talking about!”

Aoyagi Toya:

was genuinely confused when he got jealous

“What is this feeling?”

He'll probably talk to you about it

When you end up telling him he's probably jealous, he'll just be like ‘oh’

Then he starts asking questions like

“I didn't do anything rash, right?”

bro thinks he turned evil just because he became a lil jealous

You have to convince him he didn't do anything wrong

Or he'll probably beat himself up(metaphorically, ofc)

He might just hold your hand a bit tighter for the rest of the day

He gets super quiet if someone starts obviously flirting with you

he may be a little dense but he aint dumb

If he sees youre uncomfortable though, he'll step in to protect you

I close the door behind Y/N as we walk into the arcade, a small smile on my face as I do so. I've been waiting for this arcade date for a long time. Finally, we can have some time for oursel—

“Y/N!!!!”

My thoughts are interrupted by a loud male voice coming from the crane game direction.

A boy suddenly runs up to us, almost crashing into Y/N due to his current speed.

“Y/N, Y/N! You did so great at the school musical today that I just had to get you this plush to celebrate!”

The boy talks before energetically handing Y/N a bunny plush.

“Um, thanks.... This is very... Sweet of you.”

“You're welcome! Hey, since we're both here, do you wanna hangout together? Maybe grab a bite when we're done?”

I turn my head to Y/N, waiting to see her answer, as it would be impolite for me to butt into someone else's conversation.

“S-Sorry, but I'm on a date with someone already.”

“Y... You are?”

Looking surprised, he turns his towards me, before blinking and turning back to Y/N.

“Oh! That's okay! I'll see you later then.”

After the boy walks off, I look at the big bunny plush in her hand, and have a sudden urge to go the crane game section.

“I'd like to try my luck at a few crane games, if you don't mind.”

“Huh? Oh that's fine.”

I smile slightly and grasp her hand before leading her to the crane game sections.

“What plushie do you want?”

“Me?”

I watch Y/N's eyes shift from each of the crane games, before her mouth opens as she points to a plushie in one of the machines.

“I kind of want that cat plushie.”

“Alright.”

I walk up to the machine which holds the desired plushie and enter a few coins inside.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

“Mhm.”

I hum absentmindedly, my attention focused on the crane machine and the plush.

Y/N soon returns from the bathroom 5 minutes later to see me waiting for her with a boatload of plushies in my arms, before handing them to her.

“Toya? How did you get so many plushies while I was gone?? It's been like, 5 minutes.. Why did you get me all these?”

“I had a sudden urge to get you some plushies when I say that boy give you that plushie. It's weird....”

“You.... Did?”

I nod as she takes some of the plushies from my hands.

“I felt this weird feeling when that boy came up to you. I don't know why, but I really didn't like it when he put his hands on your shoulders.”

“Maybe you were just.... Jealous...?”

“Jealous?”

I tilt my head to the side, not having thought of that concept.

“Hm. Is that a bad thing?”

“Well... As long as you don't do anything rash.... I don't see anything wrong with it... Though, you know, you shouldn't be jealous... I mean... It's... Not like I would leave you anyway..”

A small smile curls on my lips after hearing her words, causing me to pat her head gently.

“I know that, I.... I'm sorry for being jealous.”

Shinonome Akito:

When this boy gets jealous

He gets moody af

And also clingy

You tell him he's jealous? Denial denial denial

“I'm not jealous! That's just stupid.”

He will never admit it for the life of him

he gets super possesive over you when hes jealous

If youre in private

Chances are you wont be going home for at least a week/j

But seriously

You probably wont be going home that night

“Oh, here it is! The new cheesecake place my sister found. I hope their cheesecake is actually decent.”

I open the door for me and Y/N, my hand not leaving hers as we enter the small cafe.

We wait in line for a minute or two before I hear a voice.

“Next— eh? Y/N? Hey, what's up?”

My head perks up from my phone and to the voice behind the counter.

“Oh, hi.”

I see Y/N give a shy wave to the boy, before the boy talks again.

“It's nice to see you again. I've actually been thinking recently, maybe we could go out sometime to—”

“Hey, can I get two cheesecakes please?”

I cut the boy's sentence short, lightly slamming my hand on the counter.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

The boy takes a couple of plates before continuing his sentence.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I was thinking maybe we could—”

“Oh, and here's the money for mine and hers.”

I slam the money down on the counter while making eye contact with the boy.

“Dude, do you mind? I'm tryna ask a girl out.”

“Actually, I do mind. That's my girlfriend you're trying to ask out.”

....

He narrows his eyes at me and I do just the same.

While speaking, he slams the two plates of cheesecake on the counter.

“Here's your cheesecake.”

“Thanks.”

I walk away aggressively as I grip Y/N's hand.

I plop down on a chair by the table, feeling moody.

...

“....Are you—”

“No, I'm not jealous! Why would you think that? You're not gonna leave me for him, obviously, I know that!”

....

“I was just gonna ask if you were gonna use that fork. They only gave us one.”

....

“I'll go get another one.”

I go to the counter to obtain a fork before handing it to Y/N after returning.

....

“So.... Why are you jealous?—”

“I'm not jealous!”

“But your actions show that you are..”

I see her look away shyly as she takes a small bite of her cheesecake.

“You know... I'll never leave you...”

“I know I know....”

“So...”

“I'm sorry, okay?”

Requests are always welcome until 12/24/23!

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[swanimagines]

I haven't stopped listening to Mr Sandman since the end of the serie, can you do a one shot where F!Reader is quietly singing(unconsciously) the song and Morpheus asks him what is that? please

Fandom: The Sandman

A/N: Not really a oneshot because the scenario isn't detailed enough for one, but here's little something I wrote from your prompt.

Also a note that this is the last Morpheus request I have in my inbox rn, but you're welcome to send more! It's kinda weird how I don't crush on him (yet?) but I've really enjoyed writing for him for some reason as I build my queue and see the love they get (which encourages me to write more) so more requests for him are welcome 😊 Reminder that you may also use my prompt lists if you don't have ideas of your own!

Word count: 627

Visiting Morpheus' palace every night as your physical self was comfortably wrapped up in your bed was something you didn't think would happen. You were surprised that it had happened so often, but Morpheus had told you that he liked having company and since you had shown him so much kindness, he wanted to offer you company too.

In the Waking World, you were quite lonely. There were some people you saw on a regular basis—your work colleagues, neighbors, acquaintances—but they all had their own lives outside of yours. The few friends you made only ever called or met when there was an occasion, which made you feel unappreciated and like you were contacted only if someone was bored, not because people actually wanted to talk to you.

You had told this to Morpheus when you were plotting freeing him from his glass prison, knowing how he was treated in there and the moment you had learned he was there purely because Roderick Burgess was greedy for power, and not because he had done something horrible, you started laying out a plan of freeing him. He didn't speak, and seemed to doubt your honesty until you actually filled your promise, but now he did trust you. He enjoyed you sitting there with him as he worked. Sometimes you read, sometimes you doodled something or then you spoke with him if he wasn't too busy.

Tonight, you seemed to be deep in thought as you doodled into a parchment of paper, smiling softly at each stroke. Morpheus was deep in his own work, but he was distracted as he heard you hum a tune.

"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream, make him the cutest that I've ever seen, give him the word that I'm not a rover, then tell him that his lonesome nights are over, dum dum dum..."

He frowned as he lifted his gaze at you, and you noticed it and realised the next moment what you had just said, and you felt heat creeping up to your face.

"What is that?"

You laughed nervously, placing your hands over your cheeks and trying to hide yourself from him momentarily. "Um... nothing." You shrugged, turning your eyes back at your doodle. "Just... something silly I've been listening lately, it's quite an earworm."

Morpheus raised his eyebrows and then an amused smile spread on his lips. "A song about me?"

You smiled at him bashfully, fiddling with the quill in your hands. "It's a really old song and when I started visiting you here, I just... I don't know, I ended up listening to it in Spotify quite often. It brings me comfort when I'm not here."

His eyebrows rose slightly, before he smirked at you smugly. "I am flattered to be remembered so fondly by you when you are awake." He chuckled at your embarrassed expression, before getting back to his work.

You bit your lip, your face still feeling hot and your heart thumping, but managed to continue your doodle anyway.

And once you relaxed, you had started to hum the tune again without noticing, but this time Morpheus didn't react to it apart from a small smile on his lips. He wouldn't say it aloud, but he was pleased that you enjoyed something that reminded you of him, even if it was only a song.

He had offered you kindness in return to you freeing him, and it felt good knowing you were enjoying your nights with him, even if your nights went by just sitting together, barely speaking.

Maybe one day he'd appear in the Waking World and spend time with you in your world for a change, surprise you by taking you out on dinner, show you how much he appreciated you too...

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[simpforchuchu]

OK OK, BUT FIRST HI AND I HOPE YOUR JOB INTERVIEW WENT WELL BUT RN I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT!! CAN YOU MAKE SHIBAMAN ONESHOT????? LIKE WHEN HE FELL IN LOVE AND MAYBE A BIT NSFW AT THE END???? PRETTY PLEADE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH

Shibaman x IchigoMilk!Reader

a/n: Hii! Thanks for asking but they didn't hire me shjsjxjd I was planning to write smth for Shibaman so im happy to see this request jxkdkf Yeah Tsuji&Shibaman are my babies 😁 Im not very comfortable about writing nsfw so... Here is your request, i hope you like it 🤗💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: hnl usual violence and fights...

When the young girl entered the small restaurant, she looked around for a while.She was looking for 2 tall boys and when she saw them eating ramen at a table with joy, she stepped there.

She dropped her bag on the chair and sat on the chair opposite the two of them, and the two looked at her in surprise.

"Bon appetite boys!"

Shiba asked in a sarcastic tone as Tsuji nodded his head.

"Did you only come to say that?"

She was the youngest member of Ichigo Milk, where Shibaman's older sister was.More like, she was a rookie.The young girl, who is also loved by the Sannoh members, has not been able to get along well with this duo since her childhood.

Although Tsuji stopped fighting with her as he got older, Shiba and Y/n would argue every time for some ridiculous reason.  So when the young girl sat across from them, it was Shibaman who reacted even though they were both surprised.

Y/n rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.She put a sweet smile on her face and looked at the two of them.

"How are you? How's school going?"

Tsuji laughed at her attempt to chat and continued to eat, but Shiba didn't want to miss the opportunity to piss her off.

"Come to the point y/n. Also, I'm glad I didn't see you in that stupid pink gang uniform.That uniform pisses me off."

Y/n knew Shibaman didn't like her sister being in that gang. The fact that it was really dangerous was one of the biggest reasons.

The girl tried to gather her sentences.It was quite painful for her to have to ask these two for help.

"Okay, I'm getting straight to the point. I need your help."

Shiba gave a small grin as Tsuji lifted his head in surprise.

"You? Great Y/n? Need our help?"

Y/n wanted to choke him right now but she couldn't. So she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  But before that, Tsuji spoke.

"What kind of help? Is there a problem?"

Y/n slowly nodded and took a deep breath.And she asked without hesitation.

"I need one of you two to be my boyfriend."

"What?!"

Yes, they both cried out in surprise at the same time.Y/n put her index finger to her lips to silence them and continued.

"You're just going to pretend like it.For once. Pleaseee."

Tsuji and Shiba looked at each other and turned back to the girl.

"Can you explain properly what the fuck is that?"

Y/n said that there is someone bothering her, maybe he will give up if he sees her with her boyfriend. When they realized that the young girl was very uncomfortable with this situation, they started to take things seriously.

"Wouldn't you normally beat that person? Is he someone too strong for you?"

Y/n shook her head when Tsuji asked

"No, my mom will kill me if she hears of another fight. So I can't cause any trouble."

"I can beat him."  Said Shiba and y/n sighed

"No idiot, no fighting. I just want you to help me."

Tsuji had known the two well for years. And although neither of them admitted it, he was sure that they liked each other. So he wanted to send his friend for this plan.

"Shiba is taller, he may look scarier than me. Besides, I can't stop myself from beating him up. So Shiba is coming with you."

Tsuji nodded and Shiba sighed as Shiba turned to him in surprise.

"Okay, but you're buying us another ramen."

Y/n smiled and nodded

"Roger!"

***

Y/n sighed at the familiar face she saw after school. He had come again, and she was barely holding back from punching him in the face any longer. Moreover, Shibaman was late, and she definitely wanted to punch him too...

She grabbed the handle of her bag tightly and walked out the school door. She started to move forward without looking at the boy. But after a few steps she had to stop when someone grabbed her wrist hard and looked at that person.

"Will you let go of my wrist?"

Y/n rolled her eyes as the boy glared at her with an annoying grin. She couldn't take it any longer but suddenly the grip on her wrist loosened and someone pushed the boy hard.

She looked up at the person who had pushed the boy and saw Shibaman giving him a bad look and she looked at him in surprise. He turned to her and smiled.

"Baby, is there a problem?"

Y/n was a bit surprised by the pet name he used, but she smiled and nodded as he did his role perfectly.When the boy who tried to talk to her wanted to approach them again, Shiba grabbed the young girl's hand tightly and pulled her towards him.

Y/n briefly looked at the hand holding her hand and its owner in surprise. Shiba looked quite serious. A little scary too.

"This beauty has a boyfriend. If you don't want me to kill you here, stay away from her."

Wow, beauty?  Was he always this flirtatious?  It surprised her...

It was the boy across from Y/n that interrupted her thoughts and said, "This isn't over, Shiba."  Did they know each other?

As the delinquent walked away, y/n looked at Shiba.His jaw tightened with anger, and he was gripping y/n's hand tighter.

"Uh... Shiba?"

Y/n showed her hands as Shiba turned to her in surprise.

"It hurts a little bit."

Noticing that he was still holding her hand, he whispered a small apology and withdrew his hand.

"Do you know him? He didn't look like he had seen you for the first time."

Shibaman slowly nodded his head

"An old friend... let's go home. I'll walk with you, I don't trust him."

Y/n didn't understand why he was so serious, but she trusted him. She nodded slowly and they started walking to the neighborhood where they lived together.

After Y/n came home, she thought about Shiba for a long time.His hands were warm and big, his jaw line was very sharp and tightened when he got angry... Even though she was angry with herself for thinking about these things, she was starting to realize somethings...

They had known each other since they were very young. Shibaman's older sister has always seen and loved y/n as her little sister.That's why she grew up with him.

Y/n was a good student, even though she wanted to be a delinquent, her mother wanted her to get a good education.That's why every time she fought, she heard a serious scolding from her mother and it made her sad.That's why she was trying to be a normal girl now.

She and Shibaman have been friends for years.  Maybe enemies? They were constantly teasing and fighting each other. They always said they hated each other, but they always protected each other in such serious matters.

Y/n sometimes wondered if he had the same feelings.  But thinking that it was impossible, she got angry and hated him even more.

***

It was a quiet evening, y/n was starting to get on better with Shiba after that incident at school.At least they didn't want to kill each other.

It was an evening they walked together again.Y/n was telling a funny incident about Sannoh.  Shiba was making fun of her silly mistakes.But that silence didn't last long, when the two young people turned around with the sound they heard, they saw a few people holding metal pipes in their hands.

Even though their faces were masked, Shiba could guess who they were.He knew very well that the matter was not closed.

"Shiba..."

Shibaman took y/n behind him and spoke in a reassuring tone.

"Stay behind me okay? And whatever happens, don't do something stupid."

Y/n nodded and Shiba kicked a person who was swinginga pipe at him. It wasn't a long fight. The fight was reallyshort.But things changed when their leader, who was watching the fight on the sidelines, hit Shiba on the head with a pipe.

"Shiba!"  Y/n shouted in horror.Shiba fell to the ground and tried to fix his vision for a few seconds. He could feel the blood running down his forehead.

Someone leaned over him and unmasked his mask. He had a hideous grin on his face.

"I told you it wouldn't end here, Shibaman? It's been a long time."

When Shiba opened his eyes, he wasn't surprised by the familiar face he saw, but something did happen to surprise him.Y/n ran and kicked the bending boy hard in the face, and the boy fell to the ground. She hit so hard with all her might that the boy could not even stand up again from the pain.

Shiba looked at the young girl in surprise.He also looked a little shocked because she was staring at the boy on the ground without blinking.

Shiba got up from the ground holding his head and walked towards the young girl.

"Y/n?"  She didn't respond. "Hey!"  The young boy waved his hand in front of her face this time.  The young girl slowly turned to him and Shiba smiled.

"I told you not to do anything stupid"

Shibaman was also surprised when Y/n looked at him with her eyes filled with tears. He expected her to make fun of him for being beaten, not cry...

"Hey... are you okay? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?"

Y/n sonbed and spoke

"Idiot! I thought you were going to die.Why didn't you get up from the ground?"

As Y/n screamed in fear and anger, Shiba rolled his eyes and threw his arm around her shoulder.

"Let's go home y/n-chan... you get so annoying when you cry"

***

Y/n was at Shiba's house. She was cleaning the blood from his face with a cotton ball. And she scolded him every time.Of course, Shiba was scolding her too.

After yelling at each other for a while, y/n tossed the cotton to the side and took a deep breath.

"You really scared me."

Shiba became serious with the serious tone in the young girl's voice

"Sorry, that wasn't my intention."

Shiba was sitting on the sofa and y/n was standing between his legs, patching him up

"I was really scared for a moment. What would I do if you were injured more seriously because of me?"

Shiba smiled and nodded

"He didn't attack me because of you, it was a grudge from the past."

Y/n slowly nodded, lowered her head and closed her eyes. Shiba grabbed the young girl's chin and slowly lifted her up.Y/n swallowed with dark eyes staring at her when she opened her eyes.

What was this feeling?  Is it right, now?  Why was he looking at her like that?

Shiba was thinking the same thing.Was it the right time?  Would she kill her if he kissed her?  Or... it was now or never.

As Shiba slowly brought his face closer, y/n closed her eyes and bowed. It was now or never, right?  When their lips met, they both felt a sweet electric wave in their bodies.

A slow, sweet and deep kiss.It contained a lot of emotion and passion.

When they both broke up after a while, Shiba looked into the eyes of the young girl and smiled.

"So are you going to kill me?"

Y/n laughed and shook her head.

"Not today."

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[damedechance]

It's my birthday today and if you wanna give me a gift you can read:

(in no particular order):

The Hit by @headcanonheadcase

(nessian hockey au, what more could you ask for? It's currently on my TBR, and if you want to catch yourself up on the series you can start with: The Bargain)

Mainstreet Mayhem by @headcanonheadcase

(gwynriel, a fic in progress which fills me with continuous overwhelming joy each day it updates!!)

Every Morning the Maple Leaves by @ofduskanddreams

The perfect Azris modern AU oneshot. And I can't stress this enough: crop tops. Btw a little birdie tells me that she has a special surprise planned for Azris week that includes my all time fave, What Lies Inside

Howl by @iftheshoef1tz

(also Azris, and the fic in progress which I hold solely responsible for the Azris brainrot I've been in lately. Guess who has the septum ring? 🐮)

Against Nostalgia by @houseofhurricane

(you may have THOUGHT I left my dramione era but you'd be dead wrong because I'm obsessed with this fic and it is SO well thought out and absolutely full of all the things I love in a story)

Fanservice for Your Fanfiction by @vulpes-fennec

(come on we all know gwyn would be a fanfic writer irl you can't tell me different and this whole fic is just chef's kiss)

You Look Like Bad News by @the-lonelybarricade

(every time I think of elucien I think of this fic and I have to go drink a gallon of water just so I don't spontaneously combust. If you know me you know I love smut and this certainty delivers)

Out of the Storm by @shadowriel

(top tier gwynriel, every single sentence had me on the floor screaming like I wish someone filmed me while I was reading this because I was literally so insane the whole time)

Embers by @ultadverb

(mor and elain. It works SO well and the execution is just astounding. You need to read this immediately and then report back because I have to gush about it with someone please I'm begging)

This is by no means an exhaustive list of fic recs, BUT it's Gemini season and thus I am entitled to force you all to read from some of my favorite people so yeah go through the list, pick one (or all), and then come back and scream about them with me. 🥰🎂🥳

#fanfiction #acotar #harry potter fanfiction #fic rec #gwynriel #azris #must read #elucien #dramionie

[lynnie-ee]

White lies and study dates.

╰┈➤"Having a crush on the busiest man of the entire school wasn't easy. Desesperate times call for desesperate measures, they say; and the prefect now understands why.”

╰►Gender neutral reader, oneshot, 2,2k words.

╰►Note: English is not my first language, so feel free to tell me if there's any grammatical mistake!

╰►Masterlist. (requests open)

⤿

"Ah, I didn't understand a single thing professor Trein said in class."

  (Y/n), prefect of Ramshackle, sighed tiredly as they walked out of their classroom, with Grim next to them, while Deuce and Ace walked behind with a similar expression of sorrow. Their eyes carefully gazing the Pop Music Club members that were near them.

"Maaan, I swear he does it on purpose, it's impossible not to fall asleep during his lessons." He groaned, waiting a few seconds until he tried to hit discreetly Deuce's arm.

"O-oh right! Crewel classes are so difficult-"

"We're talking about Trein, dumbass!" Murmured annoyed Ace.

"Yeah, of course...! Trein's class is the most difficult that we have, so confusing..." The blue-haired boy tried to fix his mistake.

"It's so sad that (Y/n) gets the worst grades out of us, my pooooor henchman..." Grim sniffed with a dramatic demeanor.

The prefect looked at their group of friends, disappointment written all over their face, thanks to their performance. But it was soon replaced by shock, as they suddenly felt someone sneaking an arm to their shoulders.

"Ah~ Are you feeling distressed by Trein's class, (Y/n)? I'd help you, but I wasn't the best at the subject in my first year, haha..." Cater said, trying to come up with something that might help the prefect, or at least cheer them up.

"Fufu~I did great at History of Magic, but I don't think my method of telling stories would work with others humans. I tried it once and they didn't believe what I said! A pity, really." Lilia barged into the conversation, and even when he tried to look saddened, a tint of mischievous could be recognized in his voice.

"I'm so sorry I can't help you either, prefect! Last year I couldn't understand anything by myself in that class..." Kalim apologized, genuine worry in his voice, as the first-years glared at him with interest. “If it wasn't for Jamil, I don't know what could have happened to me. He's the only reason I approved my assignments."

"Oh, but what if they hold back a year because of this? We'll miss you, prefect..." Ace mumbled with melancholy.

Everyone stood there, dissimulated looks being placed at Kalim's figure.

...

...

...

"Oh! I know what we can do!" The Scarabia housewarden abruptly said, a cheerful smile brightening his face.

"Really? Can you help our unfortunate magicless little friend here?" The red-haired first year continued, placing one of his hands on the prefect's shoulder.

"Yeah! I've got the perfect plan!"

⤿

⤿

Jamil hated Kalim's plans with all his heart.

Every time he came up with a new idea, HE ended up being responsible for them.

Every. Single. Time.

Kalim wanted to throw a party? Jamil was the one in charge of the preparations. Kalim wanted to study something new? He was at his side to tutor him. Kalim wanted to go shopping in the city? He had to join him to make sure that he stayed safe.

  And boy, he was tired.

He already had so many chores to do even without those extra tasks, it was almost a miracle that he was able to manage his duties as vicehousewarden and his own school work, as time wasn't something abundant for him.

And he didn't need to add anything else to his already long list of things to do.

"I don't have time." He shut down Kalim as soon as he approached him.

"Pleaseee, you're the best at tutoring and they reeeeeally need help!"

"There are freshmen with good grades, they can ask their classmates."

"But they probably won't be as easy to understand as youuu..." The dorm leader said, a new idea going through his mind. "Besides, do you really want someone else spending so much time with them? It wouldn't be good for you."

Jamil suddenly looked at Kalim with urgency, an alarmed expression on his face.

"Kalim! We said you would make no comments about that!”

"And I won't say anything! But it could be a good opportunity for you."

The vicehousewarden remained silent.

"It would make you look cool."

"I don't care."

"You do."

"Kalim-"

“Maybe if you use the time you spend tutoring me?”

“And you think you’ll do fine with no help?”

“Of course.”

“No.” He sighed again. “I’ve got enough with school duties and preparations for parades, I don’t need-”

“Then I won’t make more parties!”

Jamil gazed at the dorm leader; a suspicious look being directed at him.

“You literally threw a party when Grim scored a 30 instead of 20 on a test, and you’re telling me you’ll stop with all of them?”

Kalim thought about the situation for a few seconds, he really enjoyed being able to celebrate and eat delicious food with all of his friends, but he had to sacrifice those moments for Jamil to have more free time to spend with the prefect.

“Of course.” He nodded, his usual cheerful smile on his face. “If it's for you to be with your crush, it’ll be alright!”

“…Please stop referring to (Y/n) as my crush.” The vicehousewarden asked plainly. “But if I don’t have to cook so much, I could help them to improve their grades, I guess.”

“YESSSS.”

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“Uh? Jamil said he could tutor me?” A confused prefect stared at the housewarden of Scarabia, his natural enthusiastic demeanor being even more noticeable as he smiled at the Ramshackle student.

“Yep! It would be very bad if you failed Trein’s class, so Jamil’s help will be enough for you to score 100 on every test from now on!”

“I don’t doubt it! Thank you very much, Kalim.”

“No worries~ Just make sure to stop by at Scarabia today, after class. See you later!” The second-year student smiled once again, as he started to walk to his next class.

“So, you actually got Jamil to help you? Very nice, prefect. Now, how do you plan on acting dumb for as long he tutors you?” Ace questioned, after he got out of his hiding place, inside of a nearby classroom.

“I’ve got no idea…”

After the classes of the day were finished, a nervous first-year student walked through the mirror of Scarabia, a small bag filled with their notes and books for the class.

"Hey, come in. Let's go to my room." Jamil pointed as soon as they arrived at the lounge of the dorm.

"Oh? Really? I thought we'd study here."

"That's an option, if you want to be interrupted every two seconds and have distractions left and right."

"But I wouldn't like to intrude on you; we can go to the library if it’s better for you.”

“Don’t worry, I’d rather stay here in case Kalim or any other students needs my help."

After 30 minutes of studying, (Y/n) felt their head was going to explode. It was rather difficult to pretend to listen to Jamil when all they had on their mind were the elegant and subtle moves he made as he flipped the pages of his books, the concentration on his gaze as he explained a rather complicated subject, and not to mention the way his lips moved graciously as he spoke the right words to explain things easily.

What kind of skincare routine did he have? What about his hair? It shouldn’t be possible that he naturally had such beauty, but then again, he looked so perfect even when he did the most mundane actions, the prefect keep wondering if-

“(Y/n)? Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” He suddenly interrupted their thoughts, an annoyed expression on his face that didn’t seem genuine at all. “For you to come asking for help and then ignore what I tell you, quite bothersome you are sometimes…” The vicehousewarden sighed.

“Ah, sorry, I got lost. Could you repeat the last point of the lesson? I remember I couldn’t hear professor Trein that day because Grim kept demanding me to buy pastries after class, he wouldn’t leave me alone until I got him some candies from Sam’s store.”

“Fine, but pay attention. You’ve got an exam about this in a week, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think we’ll have enough time to cover all the contents, maybe we should focus on-”

“We’ll study everything, don’t worry. Let’s continue, then.”

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It was obvious to some students that the prefect of Ramshackle and the vicehousewarden of Scarabia had a special way of treating each other, even more for the members of his dorm.

However, after two weeks of studying together, everyone knew the kind of relationship they had.

After all, Jamil wasn’t someone recognized for a cheerful attitude or being especially nice to others, yet he looked so unusually delighted every time (Y/n) was in the room, it was clear for other students to understand the situation.

Yet, none of them seemed to be brave enough to take the next step, until that day.

  “So your classes with Jamil actually helped you? Share your tips with us prefect, don’t be shy to tell us.” Ace teased the prefect, as they observed with a pleased face the result of their test. 

A beautiful score of 100 was written on the top of the paper. 

They only let out a satisfied chuckle, as they put the exam inside the folder they had for History of Magic, filled with their notes and previous exams.

“Now that I remember, maybe we should get ready for P.E class, Vargas said we’re gonna have a practice with other classes today, and you know what that means...” Deuce interrupted the conversation, an alarmed expression on the first-years’ faces, who already knew how difficult was going to be the class that day.

“We better hurry up before he makes us run extra laps, let’s go.”

They made their way to the gym, but as soon as they reached the door of the room, a sudden agitated look could be seen on the prefect’s face.

“I forgot my folder at the cafeteria, I’ll go get it in a second, wait.”

They ran through the hallways until they arrived at the cafeteria, feeling confused as their folder was nowhere to be seen.

“Were you looking for this?”

(Y/n) knew that voice.

Great Seven, please tell me this is a joke…

They slowly turned around, only for them to see an angered look from the vicehousewarden of Scarabia. They could easily notice the tension on his body, and the frown that occupied his expression.

He still looks kind of cute, though…

Although it could have been better if he hadn’t been holding their previous exams in his hand, of course.

“So you’re telling you asked to tutor you, saying that you were almost failing Trein’s class, and made me put effort and time on something that WASN’T EVEN NECESSARY? Your lowest score was an 85, (Y/n)! Most of your exams are between 90 and 95!”

The prefect could only smile awkwardly at him, as they slowly reached Jamil to take the exams and folder from his hands.

“In my defense, I never scored 100 points before our study sessions, though…”

“(Y/n).”

“Sorry, sorry! I just didn’t have any other option!”

“Option for what?” He questioned, still with an irritated scowl on his features.

“To spend time with you-! Ah, I know it might sound dumb to you now, but you were so busy all the time, I didn't know how to get to be with you without anyone else interrupting... I'm aware that I made you waste your time by teaching me, I'm sorry for that."

Jamil didn't answer immediately.

He stared at (Y/n), wondering why would they make an excuse like that just to spend time with him, maybe...? No, probably it wasn't that.

Although a small voice in his head was hoping that it was because they felt the same as him.

"Why? You're welcome to Scarabia all the time, you know that."

"It's not the same." They answered, a faint blush on their cheeks. "When I get invited by Kalim, there's always a lot of people in the room...And I'd rather be only with you."

Soon enough, Jamil's face felt suddenly warm because of his bashful state, along with a surprised look as he stared back at the prefect.

“You are so dumb sometimes.” He mumbled, the frown coming back to his expression. “If you want to spend time with me, just tell me. It’s not that complicated…”

“Really?!”

“…Yeah.” Jamil mentally sighed, reminding himself that he should feel more annoyed at the prefect’s antics. But he didn’t.

“Perhaps you’d like to go outside the school this weekend, then? We can go watch a movie or visit a cafeteria, whatever you’d like to do.” (Y/n) quickly suggested in their sudden rush of confidence.

“Well, considering that now I don’t have to tutor anyone, I guess I have time.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

The Ramshackle student smiled widely, briefly kissing the cheek of the vicehousewarden as they bid him goodbye, running to their next class.

Jamil stood in the middle of the hallway, still feeling embarrassed as he lightly touched the spot they kissed a few seconds ago.

Maybe he was the one who actually learned something from the prefect.

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[chisakifiles]

you save me over and over again | chisaki kai overhaul yume/comfort oneshot

by popular demand. (im kidding) hope this is enjoyable since its my first time writing for tumblr. anyways an intervention was necessary and i need a lil kiss on the forehead yk

content warning; self harm (literally the first line of text), suicidal tendencies, angst, genderneutral!reader. disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction and is not based on any real events.

I sat on his bathroom floor and watched the blood pool. I felt the emptiness get replaced with the sting of the wounds along my arms and everything was finally quiet. This wasn't my first time doing this and expecting my life to end. I cut my arms and wrists before. I tried a gun in my mouth, and another one to my head. I even “accidentally” took too many pills on purpose. But every single time I deliberately forget to lock the door, and he has found me every single time. I tell myself to lock it every time I plan, too. Yet something deep inside me hopes he will open the door, and he does. Every single time. This time was no different.

The static noise in my head is replaced with the peaceful buzz of the burn in my arms, but I felt dizzier too. As if the sound echoed through my head, I heard the bathroom door open in the distance, even though it was directly to my left. Oh dear. Someone's here, I thought. I wonder if it's him.

"Fuck!" I heard them scream, and then rush to their knees in front of me. Oh, it's his face. It's him. Again. He's so lovely. Fuck. He held my face for a second and called my name. I blinked slowly and surveyed his frantic body. He immediately picked me up and placed me on the closed toilet seat. Grabbing bandages and rubbing alcohol, he attempted to clean my wounds before dressing them. The cuts were deep enough to make someone scream if alcohol were to touch them, but when he rubbed it across my arms, all I could do was flinch. My face remained empty. He looked at me with worry for my lack of reaction. "Y/N? Are you still here?" He asked me. I blinked again to answer, since I didn't feel like responding. Then he got up to get me some water.

When he returned, he held it close to my lips, but I refused to move. "Y/N. Please?" I still couldn't move. "Alright. We don't have time," he said, picking me up by the waist. When I refused to walk, he grabbed the rest of me bridal style and carried me to his lab. On the way there, he knocked on Chronostasis' door. "Chrono, come to my lab right now. Y/N needs help," he said, then continued onwards.

Upon arriving, he placed me in the hospital-like chair and immediately hooked me up to the IV. Chrono joined to aid Kai in taking care of me. The more I came back into focus, the angrier I became. I felt the frustration reach my fingertips and I almost jumped from my chair in a blind fury. Chrono grabbed onto me and held me down to the chair. Chisaki locked his eyes on mine. All I could see was worry. "Relax, hey relax. It’s okay,” Chrono said, barely audible to me. I couldn’t hear anything thanks to the sudden tunnel vision I was experiencing, so I ended up taking an arrow to the neck. Then I felt my entire body slow down within seconds. Even my heart. I could hear again. When I finally stopped huffing, Chrono removed the arrow. I stayed still and Chrono affectionately ruffled my hair, stepping back.

"Why do you do this? You make this hard for me," I finally spoke quietly.

"What is it that I’m making hard? Why do I make it so difficult for you?" Chisaki asked, a slight tremor in his voice as he squatted down to look at me. We both knew the answer to his questions but I stayed silent, tears in my eyes welling. I avoided his own eyes, training mine on his shoes. After a moment, he says "I do this because I love you. It's only natural for humans to protect the things they care for." He leans down to hug my waist, sighing shakily. It was then that I noticed he was wearing only a regular black mask. I felt his breathing through the cloth of his mask and my shirt, onto my stomach. A moment passed in complete silence. You could hear the IV drip.

"I detest you," I said almost furiously. Chrono saw Chisaki's face drop in silent fear, hurt deeply by the words. "I hate that I love you." His face softened as his tears began to well in his eyes. "I hate that I look forward to you always being there. It makes this so much more harder. Why do you do this to me? You have no business preserving someone else's life for your own selfish reasons. This feels...like hell." He pulled back and just watched me, tears threatening to fall. The guilt dropped its weight. "I'm sorry. Chisaki, I'm sorry. I...I know you're trying to help. I...you don't deserve this," I sniffled, rubbing my eyes. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to put you through this. You deserve better than that. I'm sorry." I gently raised my hands, motioning for him to stay away from me.

He speaks slowly. "It's worth it because its you. I wouldn't rather live any other life. You deserve to live because I think you are worth living for. You have changed me for the better. I can only return the favor. If I had to choose...I would choose to find you and pick you up and be there until you get better, and keep doing it over and over until you're free from it." I stare at him in suffocated silence. Then my own tears fall, and continue to fall until I can no longer speak.

After a moment, I mumble, "Why do I always hope you find me? Why?"

He holds a conflicted look on his face. "I'm...not sure. You...you love me, right? I'm something you care about right?"

I nodded. "I can't...protect you if I'm gone. But you're protecting me instead."

He pulls his mask down and smiles softly. "That's okay. We can take turns taking care of each other. That's what relationships are for." He raises from his knees and sighs. "What makes you feel better? Anything you need. I'll do it for you," he says quietly.

After a moment, I look at him and sigh, pulling the IV out. "You can get me a glass of water," I say, tired.

Chrono begins to move, holding a pensive expression on his face. Chisaki tells him he'll get it himself. Chrono pats Chisaki on the shoulder, then steps out, closing the door. Chisaki gets the water and I stand up to take the glass and drink it slowly, holding back more tears. I put the glass down as he comes in close and envelopes me in his arms. He had put on his jacket that he had left in the lab and wrapped his jacket around me in the hug, and I hold onto him, clinging tightly and taking in his scent. Feeling me grab onto him, he squeezes himself even tighter around me. I began to openly sob into his shoulders. "Please, please, please don't let me go. I don't want you to leave me," I whispered.

Petting my head, he answered just as quietly, "I would never. You could make me furious beyond reason and it will never be enough for me to leave you alone. Then we'd both be alone. You are my spouse, I am your husband. I'll die with you." Somehow I clung even tighter. I felt my fingers begin to ache. I don't know how long we stood there until I heard him laugh softly. "Come on. Lets take a bath." We headed back to the bedroom, walking slowly. He interlocked his fingers with mine and pulled me along behind him. When we reached the room, he lead me to the bathroom and began running a bath. we stand next to it and he offers to help me undress.

I lifted my arms slowly, wincing at the ache in my bandaged limbs as he pulled my shirt over my shoulders. Then I watched as he carefully undid the bandages, revealing the still fresh cuts. Tugging my waistband, he looked at me, then pulled my pants down. Despite us being married, I caught myself feeling flustered as he passed his eyes over my crotch. I took off my underwear and stepped into the large, round tub, sitting down to watch him take off his own clothes. I couldn't help but stare at him myself, watching his body.

He followed me into the tub, sitting next to me. I watched as he rest his arm on the edge of the tub behind my shoulders, almost leaning into me. “We can rest for however long you like, and then I can help wash, too. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the room, reminding me of him.

“Okay,” I nodded and just sat back. We sat in now comfortable silence, drifting off into our own thoughts while still being anchored by one another. I thought about how completely startled I was at the fact that he wasn’t compulsively scrubbing the both of us down right now, and how he didn’t give his bloodied cloth gloves more than a second glance earlier. Not once did he break out either. He just seemed completely at ease. In turn I felt like I could breathe more easily too. “Thank you,” I said, leaning over him to place a gentle kiss on his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I continued, each “thank you” complimented by another kiss on his neck.

He sighed and placed a sud-covered hand in my hair. “Why do you thank me? I told you, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now,” he answered.

I shrugged, sinking down to rest my chin on his shoulder. “I don’t know. I just feel bad. You can’t expect me to not feel even a little responsible,” I said quietly. He continued to pet me, and I felt our skin grow warmer with contact.

“You’re right. It’s okay if you do. But the reality of it is that it isn’t your fault. You’re just trying to find the best way to help yourself. Even if it isn’t actually helpful.” He turn to look at me so I raise up to meet his gaze. “There’s no malicious intent behind struggling with something like this. None of us have the right answer to being alive so what are you really responsible for in the first place?”

“…Fair enough,” I replied. He leans in apprehensively and lands a tender kiss on my lips. I close my eyes and sigh, feeling his presence in front of me. The simple thought that I was not in fact the only human being on the planet eased my mind tremendously. After a few more soft kisses I say, “Okay, I’d like to have this bath now.”

Chisaki nodded and grabbed the soap bottle, along with shampoo and conditioner, then the shower hose. "Would you like for me to wash your hair?" he asked me. I closed my eyes and nodded. He ran the water over my hair, making sure it was soaked in warm water before grabbing the shampoo and lathering his hands in it. I relished in the feeling of his fingers massaging my head, reaching every corner, crevice and ache. He washes it out and I put the conditioner in my hair myself.

Once I finished combing my fingers through my hair, I looked up to ask him, "Want me to wash yours too?" His hair was significantly shorter, so it wouldn't be too much of a task.

"Sure, why not," he sighed, and I did the same for him. As I scratched at his head with shampoo, I couldn't help but steal adoring glances of his face. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in bliss. Then we both took the regular soap and scrubbed ourselves until we were completely clean. Chisaki grabbed the shower hose and washed my skin off then my hair, gently covering my eyes to keep the conditioner out. He lifted my face once the suds washed away and placed a small kiss on my forehead. Then he quickly washed himself off along with his hair and we get out of the tub.

I watched him drain it and clean up in the bathroom as I began to dry myself off, but as I'm watching him, I see him walk over to me, still sopping wet. He immediately grabbed fresh dressing for my wounds and recleaned them before applying it. I watched his face as he worked, completely void of any negative emotion. His fingers moved quickly and carefully, as if he were 100% sure of himself. Once he finished, he took the towel from my hands, burying my head in the towel and ruffling it nicely. I laughed softly at how willing he was to do anything for me and I took the towel back from him. "It's fine, I got it. Go help yourself, my love."

He huffed, slightly embarrassed. "Alright." I watch him dry himself off and then I follow him back into the bedroom. I went to my closet and searched for clean pajamas to put on, to commend his effort to help me. He dressed himself quickly and by the time I get my pants on he's already grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it on over my head. I sighed and smiled at him, giving in. He then helped me finish up moisturizing my hair, which was actually just him taking over completely. "I want to do this for you," he said.

"Okay," I answered softly.

Once he was finally done with me, he pulled me close and grabbed my hands to bring them around his waist. I interlocked my fingers together and rested them on his lower back as he brought his own larger arms around my shoulders to grab my back, squeezing me in an embrace. I rested my chin on his shoulder, accepting my pleasant fate. After a moment the tears threatened to return, and as if he sensed it himself, he let go, placed a small kiss on my neck and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go to bed. You must be exhausted."

I nodded, giving him another "Okay," except this time it was shakier.

He led me to our bed and let me get under the covers first before following and collapsing himself on top of me. He laughed softly and I followed along with him, which took me completely by surprise. He showered me with kisses and said, "Let's go to sleep. I can offer you myself as an additional blanket for tonight." He didn't normally act playful, so I could tell he was trying to cheer me up, and it was working.

Yawning, I answered, "That sounds good to me." He shifted above me and snuggled close. I knew he wasn't comfortable on top of me and would last 40 minutes tops up there, but I let him do as he pleased, because watching him try to make me happy was definitely making me happy. I definitely didn't last the 40 minutes, though. Before I could think of anything else to say to him, I fell deep asleep.

He kissed my forehead once more and whispered, "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow." He rolled off of me while still resting his arm on top of me, drifting off himself.

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[the-offside-rule]

Mitch Evans (Jaguar) - Dandelions

This one-shot is in collaboration with Deli_f1 and why-are-you-here- on wattpad. We realised there isn't much Mitch Evans Oneshots so we decided to come together and write one each, since we are all big fans of his. This was also a nice little break from writing requests. Also, don't forget to check out their one-shot books which are both amazing might I add and vote etc. Oh and I'm so sorry for not publishing enough, I'm currently on holidays so uploads will be a bit slow for a while. Thank you guys and enjoy the Oneshots x

Y/n waved her hand delicately through the air as she sat in the passenger seat of her friend, Mitch Evans' car. Y/n and Mitch had known each other for a while now, since they were teenagers. They'd been inseparable except for when Mitch was away racing of course but when Mitch was home, he would always make sure to hang out with Y/n without a question. Mitch pulled into a little pebbled car park, the small stones crunching as the car ran over them. "Alright, let's go have our picnic then." Mitch said as he parked. "Thank god. I'm starving." Y/n replied, hopping out of the car. "Maybe I would have eaten quicker if someone hadn't got us lost."

"You just gave me the directions wrong. That's all." Mitch chuckled. "I didn't have to give you directions until you got us lost." She said as she popped the boot open. "I refuse to take blame for getting us lost, Y/n." Mitch took the basket out and closed the boot. Y/n laughed to herself before she looked for where to go for the picnic and saw a little pathway, so like any logical human being, she walked towards it but the other illogical human being had other plans. "Um, where are you going?" he asked. Y/n looked between Mitch and the path. "To the picnic spot? There's a sign." She pointed at the sign. Mitch waved his hand. "No, no, no. Let's go through the field. It looks nicer." Y/n looked behind him and saw a dandelion infested field, which wouldn't exactly help your hay-fever. "Mitch, that's how we got lost in the car. There's literally directions right here and you aren't taking them." Y/n told him. "I know but come on. The longer you're lost with me the longer you get to spend time with me bestie." He joked, earning a laugh from you. "Okay, fine but I'll kill you if we get lost."

The pair set off into the field, climbing over the fence and now walking through the dandelions. "Do you ever wish on dandelions?" Mitch asked. "Sometimes. I haven't wished on them since I was little." Mitch picked one up, twirled it around a bit and blew on it, watching as the florets danced in the air. "What did you wish for?" Y/n asked. Mitch tapped the side of his nose. "It won't come true if I tell you now, will it?" You smiled and continued to walk. "Maybe you should try it. You never know, your wish might come true." Y/n looked and plucked a dandelion, raising it to just in front of her lips before she did the same as Mitch, keeping her wish silent and close to her heart. As they walked on, Mitch noticed that Y/n was taking many dandelions and blowing every single one, which made him laugh a bit to himself.

"You've got a lot of wishes, huh?" Mitch chuckled as he watched Y/n pick up yet another dandelion to blow away. "Yeah and ironically, one of the wishes is not to have hay-fever." Mitch laughed as the pair walked on through the dandelions. "And do you want photos for your Instagram?" Mitch asked. "Nah. I'll be fine." you replied. "Oh come on, just take a photo. You look live one of those aesthetic girls. I like it." You laughed and looked to the ground before reaching into your pocket and pulling your phone out triumphantly. "Look, the dress has pockets Mitch!" He smiled as he took the phone. "Pockets must be scarce in your world." He joked. "You have no idea." Mitch opened the phone and went to the camera. "Right, how am I taking this then?" he asked. "Well you encouraged me to take it so you tell me what to do." Mitch let out a sigh and looked around for ideas. He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought of possible poses. "Okay, lie down." Mitch said. "I don't think my hay fever wish came true yet Mitch." you laughed. "I've got tablets, just lie down." You looked at the ground with an arched brow. "Trust me." Mitch said, holding his hand out for you to take. You smiled and held his hand as you helped yourself get down. "Okay so am I putting my arms up or what am I doing?" she asked.

"Do whatever you want? Just pose." She groaned and lay down, moving her hands and body in different positions as Mitch snapped the photos. "Absolute beauty." Mitch said, rounding his fingers into an OK gesture. "Right, now help me up." Y/n said, looking for Mitch's hand again. "Hold on." Mitch paused to get something from his bag. "What are you doing?" Y/n whined. "I'm getting a biscuit." Mitch replied. "You're what now?" Y/n asked for him to repeat. "Look, they're chocolate digestives, they're gonna melt!"

"So help me up and we can go eat them!" Mitch groaned and leaned over to help his friend up. She wiped down her dress and took her phone from Mitch, going to look at some of the photos he took of her. She swiped through the first two or three before she saw multiple photos of Mitch doing random faces. "Are you serious?" Mitch as he nibbled on a digestive. "You really aren't funny." She mumbled, shoving her phone back into her pocket. "I am, you know I am." They walked for a little while longer until Mitch spoke up again.

"So, what wishes do you think will come true?" Mitch asked, eating a biscuit. Y/n let out a sigh. "I hope the florets travel to my darling and let them know I love them. I don't think they're exactly aware of my feelings yet." Mitch turned his head to her. "Yet?"

"No, not yet but plans are being made."

"I like the optimism." He chuckled. Y/n looked at his side profile. Her smile softened. "Clueless." you muttered, quiet enough for Mitch to not hear. You see, her wish wasn't for her hay-fever to go away like she said, or perhaps it was, it wouldn't happen since she spoke it out loud for Mitch to know, her wish was for something else, something more important than measly allergies.

Her wish was for him and to call him hers and if she could, she'd spend all day in that field cloeing the dandelions and wishing upon it until it happened. But for now, and in the meantime, she would sit by praying and hoping that her wish would one day come true. Unbeknownst to her however, was that Mitch was wishing for the same thing.

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[teaandsconeswrites]

A Measure of the Infinite (TartaLi/ZhongChi/ZhongChiLi)

A short oneshot based on the prompt request from my Twitter ‘A Kiss on a Place of Insecurity’

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As Childe wakes, the first thing he’s aware of is a soft, fluffy thing tickling his leg.

Opening his eyes to check if it has also woken his husband, he blinks several times to check that what he sees is true.

A pair of antler-like protrusions have sprouted from Zhongli’s head, glittering in the morning sun, and the fluffy thing against his leg is a poof of fur at the end of a long scaled tail wound tight up his leg to rest on his thigh.

Huh, neat. Zhongli never showed him this before.

He runs his hand along one of the antlers, which isn’t smooth and hard as might be expected, but is coated in a micro-layer of fur, velvety to the touch.

Zhongli’s eyes snap open, regarding Childe with a look of bemusement. “Childe? May I inquire what you are— ah.” Realising the situation, his face drops and he shrinks deeper into the covers. “It was my hope that you might never be subjected to this sight. I can offer only my apologies and I shall endeavour to revert to my regular form momentarily.”

Zhongli’s tail begins to retract and Childe grabs onto the end of it, unwilling to be released from his makeshift pillow-blanket. “Woah, woah, hey! That was comfortable!”

“Comfortable?” The tail stops retracting. “Then you do not object to its presence?”

“Huh? No, why would I? My husband can turn into an extra blanket, which is pretty awesome, and convenient, too.” Patting the tail-floof reassuringly, Childe continues, “Come on, Zhongli, why would I be bothered about a little thing like this? It’s not like I didn’t already know about it.”

There’s a moment where Childe thinks Zhongli will return to his human form and pretend the matter never occurred, as he frustratingly likes to do. But after a long pause, he relents, sighing and rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “Knowledge and first hand experience are two quite different parameters. It was my concern that you might find the reminder of the true nature of my existence to be disconcerting.”

Childe scoots closer, holding the tail-blanket close to him. “You’re an adeptus, Rex Lapis, an Archon. That’s only a bonus if you ask me. Pretty hot, too.” He gives the tail fur a playful tug. “And look at this! If you come back to Snezhnaya some time, we won’t even have to worry about the cold. What’s there not to like?”

Not meeting Childe’s eyes, Zhongli answers. “For one such as myself, the transiency of one’s lifespan is not a concept that can be easily related to. Yet it embellishes your life in every action, no moment that you wasted as you strive toward your goals, for it would be foolish to while away the finite on needless activities. It troubles me that you might find myself lacking in my inability to relate to the same existential experience as your own.”

Oh this ridiculous man. 

Stroking around the base of Zhongli’s antlers (which earns a contented purr in response), Childe shakes his head. “Quite the opposite. I’ve heard the tales of Vision holders ascending, becoming gods themselves. As someone who happens to be on the path to the infinite, you could even call this an inspiration.”

There’s a hint of a smile on Zhongli’s face now, the burdens chipped away by Childe’s well placed words. “The matter might be considered a little more complicated than as you phrase it, but it is pleasing that you do not find it off putting.”

“Not at all. Look.” Childe is not good at this kind of thing. He knows the perfect moves to carry him across the battlefield, just as he knows the social graces to air as a diplomat, but in more personal affairs, all he can supply is blunt honesty.

“I’ve known for many years now that if I succeed at all I plan to do, while an immortal lifespan might mean I can protect my family until their final days, I know I won’t have them forever, xiansheng.” His heart tightens as he voices the thoughts he rarely dares to admit, even to himself, and he clutches tighter onto Zhongli’s tail like a security blanket. “But this—all of this—reminds me that there’ll be someone there for me at the end, right?”

Leaning over, he places a soft kiss on each of Zhongli’s horns. “That’s what these mean for us, right? So cheer up, okay?”

There’s a brightness in Zhongli that Childe has never seen before (not even when he managed to get his hands on a box of rare Snezhnayan antiques from Zhongli’s birthday last year). Zhongli rolls over, pulling Childe into a hug so tight his bones might crack, tail winding around both their bodies, binding them together.

“Yes,” he says, head buried in Childe’s neck. “The prospect of having one’s beloved present until the end of existence itself… it is a most lovely thought indeed.”

#tartali #zhongchi #zhongchili #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact

[queenofbaws]

Good morning (...or night?), for Like Wringing Blood, what is 16, 17 & 20? Hope you're doing good :)

well good morning-night yourself!!! ;P i'm all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed today, whatever the time may be, and getting to chat about the hacketts only makes it that much better!!! hehehe

16. What was the easiest scene to write?

hands down, the easiest time i've had getting a scene down is...something i haven't posted yet, ALAS! i'm so excited to finally get there, but...i've referenced it before, and i'll reference it again by simply saying it involves OLD! MEN! FIGHTINGGGGGGGG!!!!! 🥳

when i first started writing all in the family, the oneshot-turned-whole-fic precursor to like wringing blood, this scene came to me so...fully. and vibrantly. and intensely. that i decided i had to write like wringing blood, if only for this one scene to live. it wouldn't do as a oneshot, not in my mind, and it needed context so that it could (eventually) have catharsis, and just...i'm very, very excited to get to the old men fighting. and i hope, of course, that all y'all out there will enjoy the old men fighting, and i hope it'll show, how the fic as a whole kind of grew from that one angry, angry seed.

17. What was the hardest scene to write?

so my cop-out answer for this one is this: literally any scene that involves travis and constance interacting. lmao. i've for sure commented on that before, but man. it's just. a lot. having the two of them in a scene together. any time i'm working on something that features both of them heavily, the vibes are just...rancid, and i always end up having to get up and walk off some of the grimacing. it's not just a "shitty parent interacting with their kid" thing either, believe me, because i do not have the same issue with say, jed and chris. this is a constance-and-travis-specific issue and BOY. it makes getting through certain chapters...ROUGH!!!

a less generalized answer, though, is that there is another scene i haven't gotten to yet involving chris experiencing some...l...light haunting, let's say. that's non-spoilery enough, i think. chris experiences some light haunting during the course of camp, and i am having a hell of a time getting that scene down because it's also very alive and very big and very bright in my mind, but conveying it all in words has been a challenge. i keep rewriting it, keep adding things and taking them out, and short of making that particular chapter fuckin 75k words on its own, i think i'm going to continue to struggle with it for a minute, ha!!!

20. What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic?

i just want people to acknowledge that the fiddlers and hacketts being related doesn't only make sense, it exPLAINS SO MANY OF THE PLOT HOLES IN TQ AND

i wish someone would go "OH THAT'S WHERE LAURA GOT THE EYEPA

i would love for anyone to notice that the first letter of every chapter spells out rick astley's never gonna give you up

hehehe okay, for real though, i'm genuinely so flattered and even touched that people have been reading and enjoying this fic at all, given it's (1) not shippy, (2) centered on a really difficult/uncomfortable family dynamic, (3) focusing on characters who are morally grey at best, (4) deeply, deeply ugly at times. that in and of itself is all that i could ask for, truly, because this is such a personal project and so much of my own stuff is sort of being worked through within it, so anytime anyone says anything about it, my heart grows three sizes <3

the only itty bitty thing i'll say, though, and it's not really me hoping people notice so much as i hope they'll realize as time goes on, is that...nothing in this fic is there accidentally. this is not a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants story, everything in like wringing blood has been planned out and put where it is for a very, very specific reason. if those reasons aren't apparent yet, it just means we haven't gotten there ;) so if there are details that have stuck out, if there are pieces-parts that feel...conspicuous, that's all by design. i have so many planning docs for this fuckin fic, i have been sowing so many seeds. can't wait until it's time to reap them :)

behind-the-scenes fic asks!

#durorholmes #asks #the hacketts #queenie writes supermassive #!!! thank you so much for this!!!! ^_^ #genuinely cannot wait to get deeper into this story...i miss posting for it so much rn lmao #but believe me there are. words. being added. all the time. and there is so much. already written. just. waiting. sakldjfalksjfksd

[hilarychuff]

I Remember (I Remember)

a few weeks ago an anon sent @agentrouka-blog​ an ask about jon meeting alayne and telling her her name is pretty, and then it popped up on my dash last night and this poured out of me; i’m sure plenty of people have given their take on this sort of idea but here is mine; just a lil pseudo-platonic/pre-romantic jon&sansa oneshot drabble hope you enjoy xoxoxoxo

you can read it below or on ao3 here

“That’s pretty,” Jon says, and her heart thumps hard in her chest. He must feel it, the way her pulse jumps, sending every inch of her skin zinging, but his face does not change one wink. His fingers are still relaxed where they hold hers, his other hand steady at her waist, well-rehearsed as he leads her around the room. He is looking at her, eyes only on her face and drinking her deep, devouring her, and yet there is not a spark of recognition in them.

Alayne’s father had been so confident that he would not recognize her. He had depended on it, had depended on Jon Snow not seeing her for who she truly is. His design had been for her to simply go unnoticed, a bastard daughter tucked out of sight for the duration of a high lord’s visit, the way Jon must have been so many years ago when King Robert traveled north.

(Alayne Stone would not presume to know what had happened in Winterfell once upon a time. After all, she has never been there.)

But he is so close to her, holding her in his arms. He had sought her out once the dancing had started, had asked if he might have her hand for a song, had begged her remind him of her name. Alayne had thought her father’s plan foolhardy, reckless, and she had thought surely she had been proven right as he lead her out to the floor, but it seems perhaps her father did know best after all.  

I am no more than a stranger to him, she thinks, and it should be a relief. She is not caught. She will not be subject to the whims of King Stannis, stolen away to be a pawn in some other royal’s reign. He has come to court the Vale; he need not also discover a missing northern daughter.

If it is not a relief, she thinks perhaps it should be the cause of some anguish. Would a girl who once existed not mourn the loss of a brother that stands right before her? If he could look his fill at her, hold her in his arms, and still not see, would he not be lost to her forever? Perhaps something she never even had?

And yet it is only uncertainty Alayne feels. She has not felt so unsure of herself in months, not since she first came to live in the Vale. If he does not know her, why has he sought her out? Why had he invited her to dance, asked her name? Why had he responded with the words a little sister might have taught him so long ago?

Alayne has practice in schooling features, in smoothing any worry from her brow long before someone else might see it there, and yet she thinks she does not even need it. His gaze is so naked, so plain on her that she cannot help but feel she would know if there were even the barest hint of suspicion in him. Instead, he has only a courtesy to offer her.

It makes her feel dangerously bold.

“Thank you, my lord,” she says, dipping her head in a show of deference, of respect for his station. They say King Stannis means to make him Lord of Winterfell, that he will one day rule his father’s seat, and yet he shakes his head at the title.

“I’m no lord, my lady,” he says, and she does not mean for the corner of her mouth to curl up the way it does.

“I am no lady, my lord,” she teases, and then he is smiling, too.

Perhaps that is why he had sought her out. Jon Snow and Alayne Stone are both bastards. He had not recognized her, but perhaps he had seen himself in Alayne Stone. Yet Mya is here too, and Jon Snow had not asked her to dance.

She dares to push her luck.

“Nevertheless,” she continues, “it was very kind of you to say. Not all have been so generous with their chivalry when first meeting a woman of my standing. You must have had either a kind-hearted septa or one with an iron fist to instill in you such manners.”

He smiles again, this one more modest than before.

“Perhaps,” he says, “but it was my sister that taught me to say as much.”

She wills her breath not to catch in her throat. She knows her steps are too practiced for her to miss one in the dance. Still, all she can manage is, “Oh?”

“I’m told I had two,” he explains, “and three brothers. King Stannis says every one of them is gone now, but some of the memories remain.”

He knows, then, that she has heard of the rumors. She wonders if he assumes the whole Vale has been made privy or if he only extends such presumptions to the daughter of the Lord Protector, a bastard and yet the girl entrusted with keeping her father’s castle when he is away.

It is true that Stannis Baratheon had not made a secret of Jon’s death, of his rebirth. It had been the king’s red priestess that brought him back through the will of R’hllor, the Lord of Light who granted her the means to both give life and snuff it out. The woman they called Lady Melisandre had used that gift to restore the once Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. It was a demonstration of the power King Stannis held at his fingertips. Proof that his reign was the right one, the only one condoned by the one true god should claims of his nephew’s bastardry not suffice. Jon Snow was natural born as well, but King Stannis had made it clear that he meant to legitimize him, meant to reinstate him in the seat of his father as a loyal vassal and Warden of the North.

She had heard the rumors, yes, but she had not thought — He had looked so alive standing beside King Stannis. Despite the changes, his scars, he had looked so himself.

Her stomach twists. She had not eaten much of the feast Alayne’s father held in honor of King Stannis’s arrival. There had not been a place for her at the high table, nor the low one, and yet even tucked away on the edge of the room, she had still only managed to nibble at the dishes she was offered. It is a hunger now that she feels, she thinks, but not the sort that would be satisfied by roast quail or honeyed plum.

“Some of the memories,” she prompts, even as he guides her through the sweeping motions across the floor. “But not all of them?”

“No,” he says, and there is something wistful in his words now. “It seems not everything can be saved by Lady Melisandre’s red god. Much of my previous life is gone, but there are whispers of it still that remain to me.”

Alayne’s father would be pleased to hear it. It will mean he can keep their secret a little longer, wait to play his next step until the time is right. It will mean that Jon Snow truly is much the same as Alayne, a piece on the board that does not move of its own accord. But she finds, suddenly, that it is not Alayne’s hand in his. It is not Alayne’s face he looks upon, his gaze open and guileless. When he lets his hand fall from her waist so that he might spin her, it is Sansa that twirls towards him and steps back into his embrace, determined now. Determined that she will make him remember. Determined that she will save the brother she once knew, even if she had never had occasion to know him well.

Jon Snow is her family. He is the north, and Sansa Stark vows to see him returned to himself.

#jonsa #jonsa fic #jon snow #sansa stark #alayne stone #asoiaf #my writing

[snelbz]

Rendezvous {Elriel}

Oops, this was written for Week One of @elrielmonth, but Tara and I got hella busy. So enjoy this (late) oneshot and expect us to work on the rest of the weeks in the next coming days!

(Also, this story is will be continuing and turning into a mini-series. So look forward to that in the coming weeks, too!)

WC: 4728

Elriel Month. Week One. Forbidden Love.

Co-written with @theladyofdeath.

Elain sat across the table from Feyre, picking at the beautiful display of food that had been set between them. 

It wasn’t that she wasn’t hungry.

Her mind was just elsewhere. 

It had been like that more and more lately, that scattering of her mind. One moment she was fully engrossed in conversation and the next she was thinking of him.

“Elain?”

Her eyes snapped up to Feyre’s and she realized she had been picking at a grape for the past few minutes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep the best last night.”

Feyre frowned. “Why not?”

She lied. “I couldn’t get comfortable. One of those nights.”

Feyre nodded, both because she understood and because she knew not to push. “I was just asking what you’re doing today. It’s beautiful out this morning.”

She shrugged a delicate shoulder. She was right, the late spring sky was calling her name. “I was thinking I might spend some time in the gardens. The peonies have bloomed and I was going to prune them back and make a bouquet for Nesta.”

They’d always been Nesta’s favorite flower, the fluffy buds making her smile even when the shadows crept into her eyes.

“You should join me on a walk,” she offered, stirring her tea. “I was hoping to take Nyx out into the Rainbow today.”

“That’d be lovely,” Elain mused, thinking about how Azriel had run out of charcoal the night before he’d been sent on a mission. She was sure Feyre would duck into some shop for something, would be swamped by the friend she’d made at her studio, and she could sneak off to buy a few pieces for him. “I can wait to garden if you’d like to go after breakfast.”

“That’s perfect,” she smiled, and Elain could almost feel the thread of power she unspooled to check and see if her sleepy infant was awake yet. Night personified, Nyx slept better than any baby she’d ever met. “Rhys is meeting with Azriel at the House of Wind this morning for a report. Gives us time to spend in the sun.”

Elain blinked, trying not to show any surprise or rush of emotion as she asked, “Azriel’s returned?”

“Just this morning,” Feyre responded, sipping from her mug. “Apparently, he had a rough couple of days. Rhys couldn’t even wait for the sun to come up before he was out of bed and getting dressed.”

It was the same any time Azriel or Cassian returned home after days away, without Rhysand. He had been staying in the city more and more while the other two went away to deal with the dark side of being a part of the High Lord’s inner circle. Elain had always thought Rhys felt a sense of guilt about it. So, every time they crossed back into the city, he was running to them.

“His love for his friends is inspiring,” Elain said, although she was thinking of something else, someone else, entirely. 

Feyre was saying something in response, but Elain’s mind was reeling. A thousand thoughts, a thousand escape plans, ran through her mind. None of them seemed logical - or appropriate for sitting across the table from her sister. 

“Elain?”

She blinked and looked up at her sister. “I’m sorry, you were saying something?”

“Your cheeks are flushed,” she said, eyebrows lowering in concern. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” she replied, reaching for her napkin on her lap and lightly fanning herself with it. “I must have overheated while I was working in the kitchen this morning.”

Since Azriel wasn’t in her bed, keeping her up until the Cauldron knew when, she’d been falling asleep and waking up earlier and earlier. Her own hand did the job, but her fingers weren’t nearly as skilled as Azriel’s. After she’d awoken before sunrise, she’d quickly wrung an orgasm out of herself and was in the kitchen covered in flour before even Nuala and Cerridwen were awake.

Feyre was watching her sister curiously. “If you’re not up for a walk, it’s okay. Nyx and I will just go. Or, we can wait a few hours. Let you rest.”

Elain continued to fan herself with her napkin, pretending to think, pretending to weigh her options. She loved spending time with Feyre, loved spending time with her nephew, but she wouldn’t be able to focus on a thing until she saw him.

“A few hours of rest may be helpful,” Elain agreed. “I’ll try to catch up on some of the sleep that I missed during the night.” 

Feyre smiled. “Let me know when you’re ready. I’ll take Nyx to see Nesta. He hasn’t seen her in a few days.”

Elain nodded, that guilt fading just a little bit. She had seen Nesta only the night before, so her absence would not be suspicious.

They finished their breakfast and Feyre headed up to the nursery to get Nyx ready for the day. Elain went to her own room in the river house, wondering how long she needed to wait until sneaking to the townhouse.

It had always been their place of refuge. Though Rhys and Feyre had given it to Elain after the completion of the river house, she often stayed with them in it. She often made excuses to stay there, so it wouldn’t be as obvious that she snuck off when Azriel returned home.

Every time he returned home.

She knew as soon as he was done speaking to Rhys, he would be making his way to the townhouse, either relaxing and sunning his wings on the rooftop patio or already waiting in their bed.

She certainly didn’t want to leave him waiting for long.

Freshening up, Elain listened as Feyre sang to Nyx as she got him up and ready for the day. Their voices passed her closed door and she heard Nyx babbling as they descended the stairs.

“Let’s go, my little love,” Feyre crooned and then Elain heard the front door open and close.

She waited for as long as she could, but was likely only a couple minutes before hurrying down the stairs, aiming for the front door.

“Elain?”

She halted, not expecting to hear Nuala’s voice from the direction of the kitchen. “Yes?”

“Would you mind helping us with the baking for dinner tonight?” The elder of the half-wraith twins appeared through the wall, something that should have unnerved Elain, but she’d quickly grown accustomed to. “Cerridwen has tried to replicate your braided bread, but it’s not nearly as neat as yours.”

With a quiet sigh, Elain nodded. Tying her hair back as she entered the kitchen, she glanced at the clock above the stove. It wasn’t even ten yet. She sorely hoped she saw him before dinner.

Pausing before the counter, Elain reached for a large ball of dough. She smiled at the two fae who were her closest friends and started kneading.

~~~

Azriel pointed to a cluster of trees over the continent for the third time. “It was impenetrable. Whatever is in this copse of trees doesn’t want me to see what it’s up to.”

Rhysand, no wings today, was lounging in a chair in the war room atop the House of Wind. Azriel had also gone over every note from his mission three times, and Rhysand still thought of something new to ask each time he finished, which spurred more questions.

Before he could ask anything else, Azriel started to subtly move towards the door.

Rhysand waited until he had nearly in the hall to ask, “Where are you going?”

Azriel didn’t hesitate. “I just got home, Rhys. I’d like to go down and bathe, considering I haven’t in three days.” 

“Three days?” Rhysand said, scoffing. “That’s nothing. You’ve gone soft in your old age.”

It was true. They’d all gone far longer without the luxury of a bath, but little did Rhysand know that bathing was the last thing on his mind. At least, he wouldn’t be bathing alone. Azriel’s High Lord had made his demands clear when it came to Elain Archeron, and although Azriel had never gone against Rhysand’s demands before, this time…he couldn’t help himself. 

She had always surprised him, always intrigued him, always captivated him, ever since their first meeting. And now, he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her in it.

Even if the life they had together remained in the shadows, their love ignited only in secrecy. 

He made a move to leave the room again, the hallway beckoning before him. But he heard Rhysand say, “Az.”

He halted in the doorway.

Rhysand released a quiet breath, “After you’re done, let me know. There’s a…situation in the Court of Nightmares. We’ll fly down to the river house after you bathe and eat, Cassian will meet us there. I’ll fill you in after you’re done.”

“It…can’t wait?”

There was silence between the two males. It was rare when Azriel questioned his High Lord, but it had been over two weeks since he’d seen Elain, since he’d been inside her…

“We captured one of the mortal queen’s personal guards sniffing around the borders between Day and Night,” he confided. “Helion has given us free reign to deal with him as we see fit, to find out why he was on our lands.”

They will deal with him, Azriel thought, but his hands would be the ones covered in blood at the end of it all.

Reluctantly, Azriel nodded before dismissing himself.

An hour later, he was trailing behind Rhys, Velaris growing larger as they flew closer and closer. His eyes settled on the townhouse a few blocks away from the sprawling manor they aimed for now. He wondered if she was already there, already waiting for him. He would fly to her as quickly as he could, as soon as this matter in the Court of Nightmares was handled, as soon as he’d washed the blood from his skin.

They both landed smoothly on the grass of the back lawn, and as they approached the house, Azriel noted the slight differences in the garden from when he’d left. The peony bushes had bloomed as beautifully as Elain had hoped they would, the irises and lilacs as well.

Rhysand opened the glass door leading into the house and followed Azriel inside as he held it open for him.

The scent of baking bread, intertwined with a delicious scent of honey and jasmine.

Sniffing quietly, Azriel knew Elain was not waiting in the townhouse for him. She was only a few rooms away, but Rhys was leading him towards his private study, where he knew Cassian was likely waiting for them both, Amren as well.

Azriel halted in the middle of the atrium. “I’ll be right there.”

Rhysand paused, hand on the door frame.

“I’d like to get something from the kitchen,” he said, hoping Rhysand wouldn’t push him, that he didn’t realize who was in the kitchen. “I’ll just be a moment.”

One minute, he just wanted one minute with her, to kiss her, smell her, taste her… Nuala and Cerridwen would make themselves scarce, especially when they saw the look on his face. The two half-wraiths were the only two who knew of their secret.

Rhysand looked at him for a beat, that passive look that he gave to the enemies he played games with but Azriel could see right through it. “Be quick.”

Azriel nodded and strode down the hall until he was pushing open the kitchen door.

Only to find it empty.

Well, empty of Elain, anyway.

Mor stood by the counter, cutting off a piece of warm, fresh bread. She popped it into her mouth and moaned. “Mmm. They’ve done it again. Delicious.” She looked to Azriel. “Always nice to see you back in one piece.”

“You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full,” he said, simply, crossing his arms.

She rolled her eyes. “Have some bread.”

He did, angrily eating it as he hurried from one side of the manor to the other, to Rhysand’s study.

There was no sign of her anywhere.

~~~

It seemed Elain would be stopping by Nesta and Cassian’s riverside apartment after all, since Cassian stopped her as he headed for Rhysand’s study and told her that her sisters and Nyx were waiting for her there to go get lunch.

She nodded, forgoing the bouquet she planned to make in favor of getting there sooner. Maybe, if they finished with lunch quick enough, she could make an excuse to stop by the townhouse…

She knew her sisters would offer to come along, would offer to help with whatever excuse she came up with to go there.

“What’s on your mind?”

Elain had been tapping a manicured, pale-pink fingernail on the table top. Nyx, sitting in his mother’s lap, was reaching for her finger. She slid her hand towards him, letting him wrap his own chubby hand around her finger.

Nesta had been the one to speak, a cup of tea still held between her hands.

Shaking her head, Elain returned to the conversation. “Nothing. Just didn’t sleep well. You were telling me about the new priestesses who’d begun training when we had dinner last night. How was this morning?”

Nesta’s eyes, their mother’s eyes made over, lit up. “The youngest of the three, Mira, hasn’t spoken to a male in over three centuries. She’s making amazing progress, not just with training.”

And so their lunch went, Elain’s mind on the townhouse across the city, Nesta and Feyre animatedly talking and playing with Nyx.

Elain tried to be engaged, but she couldn’t shake off thoughts of Azriel - where he was and what he was doing. 

She saw her sisters often, could be with them and talk to them as much as she wanted. Azriel, though, she only got a few miniscule moments with a week, if that. 

“Elain?”

She had to stop spacing out.

“I’m sorry,” she said, yet again, and mustered a smile as well as she could. “What we’re you saying?”

“I wanted to show you and Nesta the new pieces at the gallery,” Feyre went on, eyeing her sister suspiciously. “If you have the time and energy, of course.”

Elain was conflicted.

She knew it meant a lot to Feyre. She also knew that if she said no, Feyre’s suspicion would grow. Yet, the townhouse awaited. 

“Perhaps for a few minutes,” she said, at last. If only she had wings and it wasn’t a twenty minute walk to the gallery. 

They began the walk, the day gorgeous and not a cloud in the sky. The kind of day she knew someone with wings would love.

People waved at Feyre as they walked, some at Elain, and even some at Nesta. An artist Feyre had been working with from the Brush and Chisel approached and began speaking with Feyre, both smiling down at Nyx as he rode along in his little stroller.

Nesta fell back, walking next to Elain. She could tell her sister wanted to say something, was going to pry as soon as Elain glanced over at her. So she kept her eyes on the approaching Rainbow, the blues and greens and reds beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

It worked for a moment, but not for long.

As they rounded the corner, the gallery within view, Nesta asked under her breath, “You okay? You seem awfully on edge.”

Her tone intended that she already knew Elain was not, in fact, okay. 

“I just didn’t sleep-.”

“That’s shit and you know it,” Nesta mumbled. Elain swore that the more and more time her older sister spent around her mate, the filthier her mouth became. She could only imagine what Nesta would be spewing out of her mouth in a hundred year’s time. 

Elain wasn’t sure how to respond. If she could tell anyone about Azriel, it would be Nesta. Nesta would understand and she would never say a word. Yet, the words wouldn’t come out. They formed perfectly in her mind, but they couldn’t find their way out. 

Nesta eyed Feyre up ahead of them, saying hello to a vendor on the street. She stopped and gently grabbed Elain’s elbow, causing her to halt.

Elain couldn’t meet her eye.

“If you’re in trouble-.”

“I’m not,” Elain promised, and she must’ve sounded convincing, because after a minute, Nesta dropped it. “I’m not, I’m just feeling a little…off today.”

“And is there a reason for that?” Nesta pushed, sneaking a glance to look at Feyre to make sure she was still occupied. 

Elain shook her head. “No reason. Now, let’s go look at these gorgeous pieces of talented sister created and choose which ones we should decorate our homes with.”

She looped her arm through Nesta’s and led her towards Feyre, then towards the gallery where she could ask no more questions.

~~~

Azriel sat at a large oak desk in an office deep beneath the living quarters in the House of Wind, oiling one of the many blades piled atop it. His brothers had just departed and he wondered how long was appropriate before bolting from his office and flying down to the townhouse. Looking at the clock in the wall, he saw that dinner was in a mere two hours. 

There was no way he’d be able to do what wanted with her in less than two hours, especially considering Elain was probably helping to cook the delicious meal they’d be consuming. It was the first time their entire family, Mor and Amren included, would all be in the city in over a month. He was sure it would be a massive spread of food and Elain was likely already toiling away in the kitchen, flour on her face, the hair at the nape of her neck curling slightly from the heat.

They often did that while he was inside of her, both of their bodies gleaming with sweat—

He groaned, realizing he had become uncomfortably still. 

And uncomfortably hard.

Maybe he did have time, maybe he would take her quickly now and again tonight. Maybe she could spare ten minutes for him to just give her a taste…

Azriel threw the dagger onto the desk in front of him and sighed. 

This was torture. He had too much energy building up and none of it was healthy without a release. After cleaning another blade, he hurried up to the roof and trained, all by himself, until the minutes turned into hours and he decided it was time to bathe for the second time that day. 

He wondered if Elain had tried to see him as much as he had hoped to see her that day. 

After scrubbing off his sweat and stench, he pulled on a simple pair of pants and a matching shirt, leaving the comfort of his armor at home. 

He walked instead of flew, allowing the extra time to help him clear his mind. With them all together, he couldn’t allow a hint, a scent, of his attraction to Elain to show. The more and more time they spent together, the harder that endeavor became. 

By the time he made it to the manor, he was not only starving but perfectly calm. He could already smell the food, could hear his family gathered together. Surely, he was the last to arrive. 

Hopefully no one had any questions about it.

Although, he assumed Cassian and Mor would, and they were not shy asking those questions, loudly, with everyone present. 

True enough, Azriel was the last to arrive. Everyone met him with mixed greetings - some of excitement and some of it’s about time.

His eyes scanned the sitting room, looking for Elain, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Dining room,” Feyre announced, and Azriel could practically hear her stomach growling. “If I don’t eat now, I won’t be so pleasant here soon.”

“And you’ve been pleasant for the past twenty minutes?” Cassian mumbled, taking Nesta’s hand as they followed Feyre out of the sitting room. 

Feyre shot him a vulgar gesture before disappearing out of sight.

Azriel was in the back, getting his usual glances from Mor, as they all walked to the dining room and took their places around a long, narrow table.

Elain arrived then, carrying a plate full of rolls, breads, and muffins. “Don’t wait on my account,” she said, voice rushed.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment and he knew that she’d been trying to get to him as desperately as he was trying to get to her. Her cheeks heated immediately, and she looked down at the dirty apron she wore, wiping it off. Rather than take it off or change, she took her seat in between Feyre and Cassian, digging right into the dish of garlic roasted green beans in front of her.

Rhysand’s eyes were wary, watching his sister-in-law, but he nodded. “It’s nice to all be under one roof again.” He looked at Azriel and Mor respectively. “Let’s enjoy each other’s company tonight.”

I plan to, Azriel wanted to say aloud. Wanted to, but couldn’t.

He found Elain’s eyes and saw the same want, the same need reflected there. Her gaze darted to the door leading to the kitchen. She was suggesting they sneak away, suggesting that, despite the presence of their entire family, they disappear into the kitchen together.

Cauldron boil him, there was nothing he longed for more.

He shook his head, enough that she noticed, but anyone else would have thought he was annoyed by the way his hair skimmed over his forehead.

Ignoring the disappointment in Elain’s eyes was easier said than done.

A sudden guilt crept over him for the fear of disappointing her alone, but he pushed it down as he shoved a forkful of vegetables into his mouth. He ate quickly, avoiding conversation, but no one saw that as anything out of the ordinary. 

The only thing out of the ordinary was that Azriel would not look up from his plate. Typically, he loved having dinner with his family. He lived for nights like this. Tonight, however, the second he looked up he would look at Elain, and he would once again be weak.

She made him weak.

It wasn’t a complaint, but she couldn’t make him so weak when there were witnesses.

It had been a long time since someone had such control over him.

And it had never been with someone he was forbidden to see.

As Feyre and Rhys took Nyx up to bed, Cassian opened a bottle of good bourbon in the sitting room. He poured a knuckles worth for Nesta and then himself and held the bottle out to Azriel.

“I think I’d like to take a walk,” Elain said, talking to no one in particular. “It’s been such a beautiful day, I can only imagine the clear night will be stunning.”

She was out the door before either Mor or Nesta could offer to join her.

He knew exactly why.

Cassian stared, the bottle still outstretched. “That was…”

“Strange,” Nesta finished for him, narrowed eyes on the spot where Elain had just been.

Cassian’s eyes fell on Azriel again. “Drink?”

He shook his head. “Not tonight. I have some reports I need to go over after this afternoon.”

This afternoon.

Cassian had been there while he’d cut and torn and ripped the information out of the mortal queen’s guard. It had amounted to little, but he knew his brother wouldn’t push him.

He nodded briskly once and raised his glass in farewell. “Right.”

Azriel didn’t bother to say goodbye to his High Lord and Lady, instead slipping out the door and into the balmy night. He could see Elain just ahead, already heading down the hill towards the townhouse. He could easily catch up to her, easily scoop her in his arms and fly them directly to the townhouse. There was a chance someone would see, would talk and it could eventually reach Rhys. And if he followed her, trailing behind, if she entered the townhouse before he did, it would be clear they were meeting.

So instead he’d beat her there. Azriel took to the sky, letting her hear the wing beats he usually kept silent as a gentle breeze, letting her know he was heading for the townhouse.

And he would be waiting for her.

~~~

Elain walked slowly through the streets of Velaris, fighting the urge to run. It was a long walk but nothing out of the ordinary. The streets were always busy at night, beneath the starlight. Elain was just another peaceful civilian, enjoying the calm, warm night.

She nodded to those she passed, smiling in greeting as an exchange.

It only took a minute to see an Illyrian overhead, heading in the same direction she was.

Elain absentmindedly picked up her pace.

With each step, her heart grew wilder, beating ferociously inside of her chest. Just the thought of being near him in a matter of minutes was enough to consume her.

She made herself stop at a shop or two, even going so far as to buy a box of sea salt caramels, covered in dark chocolate. It was just a few moments, but it delayed her further, so that she was just a passing buyer, shopping on the way home from dinner. 

And then the townhouse was in view, a welcoming orb of faelight glowing in the foyer. She knew she’d extinguished all the lights when she’d last left and she increased her pace as she let her grin grow.

She was through the iron gate, barely acknowledging the bite of it in her grip, and then she was up the stairs and pushing the door open. The antechamber was open to the foyer beyond and it was…empty.

She listened quietly for a moment, hearing nothing, before she called out, “Az?”

The soft press of his lips on her throat would have scared her, had she not gotten used to his shadows and the way he was prone to step in and out of them without a thought. “I’ve tried to get here all day,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from the back.

Leaning back into him, Elain relished in his warmth and the feel of his lips on her skin. “I have, too,” she admitted. “Everyone needed something—”

“And it couldn’t wait,” he finished for her, loosening his arms so she could turn to face him. “It had to happen then.”

“Exactly.” She was rising up on her toes, eyes closing as she waited for him to kiss her.

“What’s in your hands?”

Elain’s eyes opened and she was grinning, even if she hadn’t gotten her kiss yet. She pulled the box from behind her back. “I stopped at the confectionery down the hill. They had just finished making a fresh batch of these.”

His hazel eyes were sparkling and she could have sworn he was nearly vibrating with excitement. “Chocolate caramels?” He asked. Elain only nodded and let him take the box. His fingers grazed hers. “These are my favorite.”

“Are they?” She asked, voice cool and amused.

He breathed a laugh, knowing that she knew that fact fully well. “Thank you.”

Her smile grew as he set the caramels down and slowly slid his broad arms around her waist. For a moment, neither of them said a thing. They simply looked into each other’s eyes, silently, dwelling in the moment that they finally found for one another after such a long day. 

“I missed you,” he said, at last, and it was hardly more than a whisper but it made chills sweep down Elain’s back, her arms.

She knew that the time he spent away was no vacation, was no holiday away from the real world. When he was away, his time was spent doing horrible things that Elain could not fathom.

Even if it did support the greater good. 

“I missed you, too,” Elain said, but before she could get out the last word, Azriel’s lips were against hers.

The kiss was soft, sweet, genuine, but Elain knew exactly where it would lead.

Her arms went around his neck, their bodies pressed up against one another in safe comfort as that kiss deepened. For the first time that day, Elain relaxed.

She could finally do so as she melted into the arms of her forbidden love. 

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how tf to start

hi babes, first *big fan big fan*. i used to write a bit on here and honestly just got too out of it but your works high key kinda inspired me to get back into it. i've had this idea for a whiskey fic and like started an obnoxiously detailed outline but since i'm not rly in the fic space, i'm hoping to find someone that i could bounce ideas off of. could i ask what you did when you first started? i want to be able to continue to motivate myself, and obviously while external validation is not the most important, it is a part of it lmao. i appreciate you and hope you're enjoying your august, you talented thing, you!

Hi lovely! Thank you for your kind words, I'm seriously blushing so hard and so happy for you that you're getting back into writing! I got a bit nostalgic looking back at my Tumblr journey, but here it goes -

I started off on Tumblr the same way many did - by lurking 😂 Coming from FF.net and a few years away from fic in general, I was amazed by the community I saw. It took me a few months to work up the courage to reblog and comment on the fics that I was silently reading, and I was amazed when writers replied! It was such an adrenaline rush, being part of a community, which I've never experienced before.

When I posted my first fic, a Din oneshot, I didn't have any friends or mutuals. The fic got mostly likes, and I was so happy about it because I used to get so little interaction on FF. Everything changed when I posted Consent. It gained a readership thanks to all my wonderful readers who reblogged it, and I was very fortunate that a couple of established writers very very kindly read and reblogged it.

One thing that I've always done from day one is to respond to every single person who interacts with my fics. It's so important to me that my readers know that I appreciate them so so much. It's through interacting that I met my first friends - both fellow writers and readers - most of whom I'm still friends with today.

So what I'm trying to say, very ineloquently, is that I got started by getting involved in the community, and I still do my best to be as active as I can. I (try to) read fics (sorry time is so tight lol), I reblog fics/art/gifs, I signal boost fics that I don't have time to read, I chat to my friends. Interaction is the bedrock of our community, and especially for creators, it's the way to meet like-minded people. And in building your community, hopefully you'll find people who will become friends who will cheer you on, and you will cheer on.

Having said all that, everyone goes about Tumblr differently, this is just my experience. I didn't go into Tumblr with a 'plan' either, this is just the way things panned out for me over the past year and a half. I hope you have fun getting into the community! If you do end up writing that Jack fic, let me know, I would love to signal boost 😘

#fuckyeahasks