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dancingbirdie · 7 months

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Would you plz do a fic with Astarion when tav and the party looted a bunch of alcohol and take it back and drink it and celebrate at camp but tav gets a little drunk and astarion starts realising his feelings for them? 😳

I’d love astarion to take care of me after a few drinks 😂

Bless you anon, for gifting me this fic idea. It practically wrote itself and saved me from being bored all day at work. I hope you enjoy it!

A Night of Drinks and Realizations

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,120

Warnings/Tags: Astarion x GN!Tav, minor act 1 spoilers, drinking, drunkenness, descriptions and references to Astarion's trauma/trauma responses, FLUFF! Non-sexual HEARTWARMING FLUFF!

Song Credit: The Galway Girl by Steve Earle (I do not own rights to the music, lyrics modified slightly to fit the fic)

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Chultan Fireswill tasted exactly as its name suggested - like the last charcoaled bits remaining in a dying campfire. But, Tav had to admit, it got the job done. It was as strong as horse piss on a hot day. They were absolutely soused from just half a bottle. Although, to be fair, Tav hadn’t been a heavy drinker in their past life, before all this illithid tadpole business had come about. Now? Well, they supposed they had much more reason to imbibe.

Tav sat around the campfire with most of the others, enjoying spoils from the goblin camp the party had handily defeated - mostly due to the help that Halsin and Lump the Enlightened’s group had provided. They had yet to make it back to the Emerald Grove as Halsin had requested. Utterly spent from the fighting and fleeing, Tav and the rest of the party had opted instead to rest for the night in the blighted village on the outskirts of the goblin camp. At least there were semi-usable beds in some of the abandoned buildings.

Shortly after setting up camp, Gale had retired early, eager to continue reading some of the dusty tomes he’d been collecting throughout their journey. Astarion had slunk off in search of something to satiate his thirst, leaving the rest of the group in various states of relaxation around the fire. It was a quiet, peaceful evening. Everyone seemed to be deep in their own thoughts, ruminating.

That was until Tav hiccupped loudly, breaking the thoughtful silence that had overtaken the party. Karlach guffawed at the sound, smacking her hands on her thighs.

“Tav’s absolutely PISSED, look at them!” she managed between cackles. The other party members turned to observe them, curious. They had all been running about, fighting, nonstop for the past few days. No one in the party had ever been well and truly drunk in front of the others. There just hadn’t been the time, or the relative safety, to be inebriated.

Tav blinked blearily at Karlach across the bonfire, trying to focus. “‘M not,” they garbled. “‘M perffc-ly fine.”

“Chk. Your tolerance for this weak slop is an embarrassment,” Lae’zel spat from her seat next to Tav. “Give me that,” she said as she grabbed the bottle from their hand, upturning it and consuming the rest of the foul liquid in one go.

Tav smiled amiably and patted her on the knee. “You’re *hiccup* lovely. I forgive you *hiccup* for takin’ my drink.”

Lae’zel stared at them, eyes widened to the size of saucers. Wyll, Shadowheart, and Karlach were nearly bursting at the seams to keep from laughing openly.

“I do not require your forgiveness, ska’keth,” she snapped.

Tav just giggle-hiccupped and smiled again. Looking to the rest of the party, they put a hand to their mouth and stage-whispered, “she’s a little grumpy, that one.”

At this, they all laughed uproariously. Lae’zel rolled her eyes, reaching for another bottle of alcohol piled near the rest of the camp supplies.

“YOU-GUYS,” Tav suddenly shouted in a slur, tottering over to snatch up a new bottle of Chultan Fireswill. “We should have a party. Like, right now, have a party.”

“FUCK YES!” Karlach cheered, chucking an empty mead bottle onto the ground with a resounding crash. “I’m all in, baby,” she said, reaching for an unopened bottle of Ithbank.

“Here, here,” Shadowheart echoed, raising her own bottle. “We could do with a bit of levity and foolishness, I think. Does anyone play an instrument? Some music would be lovely.”

“It’s been a few years but I believe I can still pluck a few tunes on the lyre. Let me give it a go,” Wyll replied, rummaging through his pack supplies to retrieve the instrument.

Moments later, he began plucking a jovial tune that had everyone besides Lae’zel tapping their feet and nodding to the music. After it finished, he continued with a dancing jig Tav was familiar with from the taverns in Waterdeep, although most of the footwork eluded them in their drunken state.

“Where’s Gale and Astarion?” Tav shouted in a sing-song voice, twirling around in a laughable attempt at dancing. “Wake their asses up and tell them we’re having a party!”

“No need for ass-waking, at least for me,” Gale called, joining the party from the direction of one of the abandoned houses. “No one can get an ounce of sleep with you lot frolicking around the fire.”

“GALE!” Tav shrieked as they dance-skipped over to him, tripping slightly and smashing into his chest. “You made it!”

Chivalrous as ever, the wizard kindly grabbed Tav’s arms to keep them upright and restore some semblance of balance to their swaying form. “Quite literally impossible to miss it, Tav. Your voice carries extraordinarily well,” he replied, chuckling.

Tav gave him a rueful smile. “I drank, jus’ a lil’,” they explained.

At this, his face broke into a wide grin. “I can certainly see that. Looks like I’ve got a lot of catching up to do if I'm to match the rest of you!”

He guided Tav over to where Shadowheart was sitting, delicately perched on an old traveler’s trunk near the fire. “Perhaps stay here while I go peruse our stockpile.”

Tav plopped down unceremoniously next to Shadowheart, who quirked a smile. “Enjoying ourselves are we?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” Tav sighed out. “Although it would be even better if Astarion joined us. Where IS he?” they asked, swiveling their head around the village square, hoping to spot his telltale white blonde locks.

“I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually. Maybe he caught himself a big bear and is drinking it dry,” Shadowheart said teasingly.

Tav nodded seriously, “He deserves the biggest bear, ever,” they said, absolutely failing to notice the joke.

Shadowheart scoffed. “Lovesick, little pup?”

Tav giggled, abruptly hiccupped, and then giggled again at that.

“He’s just beautiful,” they finally replied in a dreamy sort of voice.

And then, “Inside and out,” they added, more softly.

Shadowheart threw her head back with a laugh. “Oh gods! You really are lovesick.”

Tav hummed happily. “I think I am, but - OH MY GODS!”

“What?” Shadowheart shouted, startled and peering about to assess the apparently impending danger.

“I LOVE THIS SONG!” Tav shrieked, jumping to their feet and swaying about once more as Wyll began playing another lively tune.

Confession utterly forgotten, they were lost to the strumming of the lyre, spinning like a top that might never stop.

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Astarion had not planned to eavesdrop on the conversation between Tav and Shadowheart as he made his way back toward the camp. Truly, he hadn’t. But, at the mention of his name from Tav, he couldn’t help but wonder what the conversation was about.

Stepping quietly around the corner of the decrepit tavern, he paused to listen. His heightened senses easily picked up on their voices as clear as if he would be standing next to them.

Tav had… feelings for him? Astarion didn’t know what to do with this information. Why were they admitting this so openly? And to a person they barely knew? Was this a ploy? Was Tav banking on him hearing this supposed confession and trying to lull him into some false sense of security? The paranoid part of his mind was absolutely convinced of it.

But no, surely that couldn’t be it, another more reasonable part of his brain asserted. Lost in his thoughts, he observed Tav whirling about the campfire with their bottle of booze spilling out. They accidentally doused Lae’zel with a spurt of liquid, causing the Githyanki to swear loudly and move to the other side of the campfire.

Astarion huffed a laugh. No, Tav was… many things… but devious was not one of them. He had observed them enough throughout their travels the last few days and had come to the conclusion that Tav was as harmless as a week-old pup to those they liked and trusted. They were genuine, transparent, and… open… to his utter confusion. And, okay yes, his considerable annoyance.

But Astarion was truly hard-pressed to remain annoyed at Tav for long. They were just so gods-damned pure. As pure as the sun’s rays. Being annoyed with them was like being annoyed at the sun for existing. It couldn’t help what it was. Tav couldn’t help who they were. It would be a mistake, a waste of time, to despise them for their nature.

He envied them for that. But above all else, if he were being totally honest with himself, he craved their attention just as much as he relished the actual sunbeams he’d been able to feel on his skin for the first time in over 200 years.

But still, Astarion had no idea how to process this revelation, that the-pure-sun-incarnate-Tav had love for him. Love. Not merely lust, desire, or attraction. Now those he was familiar with. Those had been a currency he’d transacted on Cazador’s behalf for so many years. But love? Love was an unknown concept to him. It had never been something he’d tried to cultivate in the minds of his victims. Astarion wasn’t even sure he understood what love actually was.

A series of loud bangs startled him from his circling thoughts. He looked up and chuckled at the sight he beheld.

Tav had found several scrolls of minor illusion in Gale’s packs and had begun to set off fireworks. Bright green, pink, and yellow sparks were careening into the sky, exploding into images of flowers and pixies to the utter delight of Tav. The rest of the party were loitering about, laughing at Tav as they clapped their hands in joy.

Seeing as this would perhaps be the best time to integrate himself into the party, Astarion strolled toward the campfire. Grabbing a bottle of some cheap swill they’d looted, he took a seat beside Shadowheart and nodded in a cheers sort of motion to the cleric. She raised her bottle in acknowledgement.

“Come to watch the wonder that is Tav utterly debauched?” she quipped.

“I must say, I rather like them like this, all uninhibited and bawdy” he replied, his eyes following Tav as they danced and gyrated their way over to Wyll, who was plucking out another familiar tavern tune.

“Wyll, do you know the song ‘The Amphail Girl’?” Tav asked too loudly, hiccupping.

“I do, but gods Tav, I don’t know that I’ve ever tried playing it,” Will admitted.

“Okay, okay,” Tav sighed in a mock-morose tone, stopping Wyll from playing by placing a hand on the lyre strings. “Then you must pass the lyre my friend and be ready to take some *hiccup* notes.”

Wyll, ever the good sport of the group, obliged Tav’s demand and relinquished the instrument.

Astarion chuckled. “Oh, dear. They’re not about to actually put on a performance, are they?” he asked in a somewhat-rhetorical question toward Shadowheart.

She chuckled. “It appears so. Liquid courage really does wonders, it seems.”

They both watched as Tav began plucking at the strings of the lyre until they stitched together the right tune. After a few beats of strumming, they began to sing.

“I took a stroll down the old long walk

Of the day I-ay-I-ay

I met a little girl and we stopped to talk

Of a fine soft day I-ay

And I ask you friends, what's a fella to do?

Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue

And I knew right then I been takin' a whirl

Down the Salthill Prom with an Amphail girl”

The entire party watched, enraptured, as Tav sang the lyrics in a beautiful, high tenor voice. Their hands never missed a chord, performing as though they knew the song by heart.

“Did you cast Guidance on them?” Astarion whispered to Shadowheart, as Tav strummed the bridge of the song.

“No, I haven’t touched my magic since this afternoon,” she replied. “This is all Tav. Shocking, considering how inebriated they are.”

It seemed the rest of the party members were in equal disbelief that their drunken compatriot could perform so flawlessly. Tav continued the song, smiling as they sang, eyes closed and blissfully unaware of the stares they had garnered.

“We were halfway there when the rain came down

On the day I-ay-I-ay

She asked me up to her flat downtown

On a fine soft day I-ay

And I ask you friends, what's a fella to do?

Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue

So I took her hand, and I gave her a twirl

Oh, and I lost my heart to an Amphail Girl”

And the longer Tav sang, the longer Astarion realized there were cracks now forming in his long-held aloof façade. There they were, singing with their heart and soul, radiating unobtrusive joy. Astarion was enamored by Tav’s utter lack of pretense. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, even if he had wanted to.

“When I woke up I was all alone

With a broken heart and a ticket home

And I ask you now, tell me what would you do?

If her hair was black and her eyes were blue

'Cause I've travelled around, I've been all over this world

Boys, I've never seen nothin' like an Amphail girl”

Tav concluded the song with a final series of strums. They opened their eyes slowly and looked around curiously at the party, as though they had forgotten where they had been before the song began. Astarion thought they had an almost ethereal look in their eyes. Everyone had grown quiet, the meaningful pause leading them toward more introspective thoughts.

Of course, that was before Tav doubled over and hurled the contents of their stomach on the ground. In a blink, that otherworldly moment was gone, and the party members groaned at the mess of ick now puddling in the center of their circle.

Tav wobbled on their feet, very nearly careening to the ground.

Strong arms caught them about the waist before they collapsed.

“Now, now darling, the fun is truly over, it seems. Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” Astarion coaxed, leading Tav toward the tavern.

“You alright taking care of them, then?” Karlach called after him and Tav.

“Yes, yes, I can keep the pup from choking on their vomit,” Astarion promised.

“And make sure they drink plenty of water!” Shadowheart added.

“Astarion?” Tav mumbled, seeming to finally come to, blinking up at the pale elf’s face.

“Yes, darling, I’ve got you,” he murmured, an arm wrapped solidly around Tav’s waist.

“Oh good. Did you get a beat grig bear? Oops,” Tav chuckled, grinning. “I meant a great… big… bear. Shadowheart *hiccup* said you would.”

Astarion didn’t have a bloody clue as to what Tav was talking about, but he nodded along, charmed by their innocent look of excitement.

“We should drink to celebrate!” they said suddenly.

Astarion well and truly laughed. “No, my dear, I think we’ve both done enough drinking for the night,” he responded.

Tav sighed. “I suppose you could be right,” they grumbled.

The two fell into a companionable silence. Astarion carefully walked Tav up the steps of the tavern and guided them toward an old boarding room near the back. There was a bed there, mostly left untouched by grime and pests. In any case, it was a more favorable alternative to sleeping on the ground.

Gently, Astarion pushed Tav to sit down on the edge of the bed. Crouching to his knees, he began pulling their boots off their feet. Tav watched in a daze before lifting a hand to cup Astarion’s cheek.

Concentrating on the laces of Tav’s boots, he hadn’t been expecting their touch. He jumped slightly in surprise. Casual touches were not something he was used to.

At his response, Tav removed their hand from his skin but kept it floating there in the air, as if unsure what to do.

“Sorry,” they murmured. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Astarion held their gaze, pondering them thoughtfully. After a moment, he took Tav’s hand and returned it to his cheek.

“It’s all right,” he said quietly. “I’m beginning not to mind those touches from you.”

Tav gave him a sleepy smile. “Thank you, Astarion,” they whispered and began to slump over onto the bed.

“No no, not yet you don’t,” Astarion said hastily, rising to his feet and walking over to fetch a carafe of water from his pack.

“Here. Drink all of this,” he said, extending the bottle to Tav.

“I don’t want water,” they said, frowning.

“Trust me, darling, you’ll thank me for it in the morning,” Astarion chuckled.

Tav gave a sullen huff. “Fine, but only because you asked.”

They downed the carafe in a couple of drinks before collapsing back onto the bed.

Satisfied that Tav wouldn’t perish from alcohol poisoning - at least not tonight - Astarion made to leave the room. A quiet voice gave him pause just as he was about to cross the threshold.

“Could you stay with me, please?” Tav whispered, watching Astarion through half-closed eyes.

Astarion balked inwardly. Staying in the same bed with Tav would mean something. To Tav. To him. Was he prepared for that? What would Tav expect from him then, in the days that followed? Was this a step toward some kind of commitment? Did he want that?

As the seconds ticked by, he watched Tav’s eyelids close completely. They may not have even been aware that they had uttered that request aloud. They certainly weren’t aware of the effect it had on Astarion. He could just as easily pretend not to have heard them and walk out the door, leaving things as they were between them now: a curious potential.

But watching Tav’s chest slowly rise and fall with peaceful breaths, Astarion felt that craving again. The desire to be in the warm sun. To be touched by the sun’s rays.

Fears be damned, he thought. At least for tonight. He could have this moment, he reasoned. He could have this one night.

And, climbing into bed next to Tav, a part of him thrilled at the way their body turned and curled into his. The complete and total trust they had in him, that he wouldn’t harm them. That he - Astarion - was a safe harbor in which they could rest.

The realization was too much to take in. So foreign. His mind couldn’t make sense of it.

But, as he lay there in the quiet, his hand gently brushing Tav’s locks back from their forehead, listening to their even breaths, Astarion knew one thing. Whatever this new feeling was that Tav was drawing out of him? He wanted more than just a few stolen moments of it.

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estinesstories · 1 month

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𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼

𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡!𝙊𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙!𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙭 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡!𝙊𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙎𝙤 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 “𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨 𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡” 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩’𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙩𝙤 ��𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤-𝙙𝙖𝙙 💗

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨’𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 (𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚’𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧), 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨.

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝘼𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙡.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙑𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.

(𝙃𝘼𝙕𝘽𝙄𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎𝙉𝙏 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀! 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 @𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚! 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 💗💗)

You glared as you watched the news that day. With a deep sigh turning into a low grumble, you stood from your seat on your velvet couch and smoothed out your silk dress, smoothing your feathered hair before taking your diamond crown and placing onto your head. Your daughter, Azelia, gave you a confused glance after feeling your weight leave its spot on the couch.

“You okay, mom?” She asked, raising a brow as you snapped and teleported your cloak on your back. You smiled at her before walking up to her.

“Of course, sweetheart.” You kissed her forehead. “I just need to take care of something. Will you be alright on your own?”

She smiled at you, “of course I will, mom. It’s not like I’m a child.”

“Yes, yes! Oh how much you’ve grown.” You joked and she rolled her eyes. You waved her goodbye with a smile before teleporting in front of the new and improved hotel. With a terrifying glare, you took it in, noting the radio tower on the top right of the hotel. With a knock and a squint at the blaring lights above you, you softened your gaze and held a royal look to yourself, fixing your posture. The door opened, revealing a small, blonde girl that you knew as Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer’s daughter. You smiled at her as her eyes widened.

“Princess Y/n!” She gasped.

“WHAT!?” You heard chorus behind her before a group of other small demons appeared in the doorway. You looked among them, not seeing who you were looking for in the crowd.

“Please, Charlie, call me Y/n. We have history!” You chuckled with a soft smile. She couldn’t help but smile back. You looked back to the demons, all the ones you saw on the television. “So, who are your friends?”

“Oh!” She gasped. “Come in, these are my friends, they help at the hotel!”

“Oh? How wonderful! I saw your conundrum on the television and couldn’t get here sooner with Azelia, I’m terribly sorry dear.” You frown at her with a hand on your chest as you stepped in, ignoring the other demon’s gaping faces. Charlie only waved you off.

“Don’t worry! I completely understand. Anyways, this is Angel, Husk, Nifty, Cherry, and my girlfriend Vaggie.” She introduced them sweetly, but looked around like one was missing. You narrowed your eyes at her for a moment before softening them at Vaggie and taking her hand in your own to shake, her eyes still wide.

“Oh, it’s wonderful to meet the partner of Charlie!” You smiled at her before taking your hand back. “To meet all of you really. I’ve been a good friend of the Morningstars for a long time. But I can’t help but notice… one of you is missing?”

The group seemed to snap out of their trance for a moment to look around, except for the smallest one of the bunch, who had a huge smile on her one-eyed face.

“So… CLEAN!!” She squealed and ran up to your cloak, taking it in her tiny hands and admiring it. A white sinner with two pairs of arms seemed to get nervous and beckoned her back.

“Nifty, get back here! Quit causin’ trouble!” Angel muttered, and you laughed, much to his surprise.

“Oh that’s quite alright, dear. Let her enjoy the velvet and ermine.” You smiled sweetly at him, and he shut up. Your glowing red eyes glared as a black shadow crept up behind the group and revealed a red deer demon rising from it grimly. He had his signature smile and leaned on his radio staff. It was ill how put together he made himself out to be. He laughed, not seeming to notice your presence yet.

“Why, you all seem pipper! What could ever be th-” He cut himself off, eyes finally landing on your looming figure. His eyes widened and smile croaked as his hair that formed ears gloomed down slightly. Your piercing gazed narrowed at him as you thought, got you.

You smiled at him. “Ah, Alastor. I was searching for you.” You growled, tilting your head at him. He froze, forgetting anyone else was there. Charlie rose a brow at you.

“You know each other?” She asked awkwardly, feeling the tension in between you two thicken.

“That we do.” You grumbled before straightening your posture again. “Excuse me, sweetheart, but I have a private conversation I’ve been meaning to tend with the Radio Demon.”

Charlie seemed unsure, but you had to deal with this little nuisance for now. “Alastor, come.”

And to everyone’s immediate surprise and confusion, as you walked past him and towards the elevator without giving anyone else another glance, he followed. He was still in shock, eyes searching the ground as he dragged his feet behind you. The only thing the others could think was that this was not Alastor.

As the elevator door closed, the room got darker and tinted red, and Alastor refused to look into your eyes.

“You were supposed to keep her safe,” you growled, but kept your posture up as well as your gaze. “Yet you let her go and piss off the angels, causing them to deliberately corner their attack onto her HOME!”

The elevator shook and Alastor’s wide gaze shook, his unending smile hiding his terror. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing full well this elevator ride wouldn’t end until you were done with him.

“Do you honestly think I wouldn’t find out that you disobeyed my one order given to you? When Charlie was in danger, you decided a small cut was enough and retreated!” You growled, slowly loosing your temper as your white feathers grew hints of black at the tips. You finally looked at him, blood boiling at the fact he didn’t dare look at you. You rose your hand and created a thick, obsidian chain in your palm that wrapped around your hand and connected to Alastor’s neck like a collar. You swiftly swung it to loop around your hand one more time and grasp it right where it connects to the collar. Forcing Alastor to look at you, you glared at his horrified eyes and closed smile. “And don't think I didn’t hear your little melody at your tower. There are no back doors, Alastor. I own you. You are mine. And when you blatantly disrespect me when I specifically give you an instruction, I expect you to own it. Not cower away like a baby bunny.”

He swallowed as you narrowed your eyes and leaned in closer to his face. With a demonic hint to your voice, you hissed, “You’ll get away when you die.”

He trembled, his ears now flattened against his head. You scoffed and removed the chain, backing up and staring at the door again. He could only stare, frozen in fear. “You know as a fact that Lilith has given me this duty to keep her daughter safe, and what do you think would have happened if Lucifer hadn’t been there to save her instead?”

When he didn’t respond right away, you snapped your gaze to him out of the corner of your eye. “Answer me, Alastor.”

“Sh-she would be dead,” he muttered. You searched his eyes for a moment. Maybe you’d tortured him enough for today.

“If you would like to keep this powerful reputation you have here, which is rather impressive I must say,” you sighed, reaching behind his head without a glance and straightening his ears up with a gentle, angelic touch. “then I would fix yourself up, deer.”

He searched your own eyes before gathering himself and going back to his normal suit. You gave him your gaze for a moment before closing your eyes and listening to the elevator door ring.

As the doors opened, Charlie was the first one to be up and at the elevator from the couch. She looked worried, but as she saw you both completely fine, she turned confused. You both walked out of the elevator with a blanket of pride, and Charlie didn’t buy it.

“Wait, Y/n,” She pulled you aside and away from Alastor. “What did you need him for? How do you know him?”

You only smiled at her. “You’ll learn someday, darling. It is not my story to tell.”

She seemed unsure, but when you wrapped your arm and close around her reassuringly, she smiled with you.

“Well, I’d better take my leave. It was lovely to meet you all! Especially you, tiny one.” You giggled as Nifty’s eyes sparkled at you. You strutted to the door leading away, only glancing back to look into Alastor’s eyes. He looked nonchalant, but his mind was racing as he watched you leave. Why didn’t you intervene with the fight when he had fallen? Why didn’t you yell at him more? What he did was a big deal. Why were you so gentle just then?

Are things going to… change? For the better?

𝘼𝙃𝙃𝙃 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚!!! 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩! 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 💗

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #reader #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel husk #nifty is amazing in every way #royal reader #helluva boss stolas

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erosuguru · 10 months

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Hidden Bride

Sae itoshi x reader, royalty x commoner marriage au, characters are 18+, Sae is a little ooc, reader is female, Shidou being gross cameo, reader has a considerably younger sibling, approx 2287 words

CW: none, maybe very VERY slightly suggestive towards the end? No proof reading

Note: I’m so sleepy waaa blew off studying to finish this lol sobs, not super proud of this but I was gonna explode if I didn’t write prince Sae related thingy so enjoy !!

news spread like wildfire in the kingdom when the Royal family announced their oldest son was looking for a bride, everyone had assumed that Prince Sae would marry a woman of similar status however he had refused any offers and suggestions of who he should marry and insisted that he would choose the woman who would become his bride.

His parents tried talking him out of it, they introduced him to a wide selection of women who were of age to marry and yet Sae didn’t spare them a glance, most girls were either after his family’s wealth and status or they had fallen for his mysterious nature without actually knowing a lick of information about him to which he found pathetic. No matter who was presented, he would be filled with irritation and would discard the suggestions with a disgusted frown.

Sae’s denials echoed in the palace hallways to anyone who dared mention the topic to him, insisting that if he’ll marry a woman then he’ll make sure she’s worthy of him and not just because of the coincidental similarity of their blood being royal.

No one knew what method he would go about for choosing a bride, his routine consisted of finishing his daily responsibilities and he would head out with a single guard (a hand-picked guard he decided was fitting to stand with him after monitoring a training session, although he could do without his blabbering and lewd comments), the guard had told him his full name but he’d only caught ‘Shidou’, not caring enough to remember his full name.

For weeks, Sae would follow his usual pattern of searching: walk around the marketplace, study the civilians who would sell, purchase or just peruse and then go home unsatisfied. His search would be unsuccessful every time he went left, no one displayed behavior that promised an obedient queen, all he saw was nonchalant faces or slack-jawed surprised expressions at his presence, as if his people couldn’t believe he’s a real person and not an unreachable deity of some sort.

Every time he returned to the palace, Everyone around him nagged him that he can’t just stare at civilians and hope to magically find a bride, to which he’d always reply: “as if you have the capacity to understand”, these advisors, his parents, no one understood the vitality of the issue. He believed his parents’ marriage was sheer luck, that their marriage and the fact that they loved each other was the outcome of some bored wager made by fate. As for his advisors, what do they know anyway? They were all old men that cupid himself would be repulsed by, either divorced or destined to die alone.

The one time he leaves palace walls to unwind in the fields beyond the town borders he finally saw a chance of ending these foolish theatrics of bride hunting.

Sae walked down the path trying to think of his current options, either continue his needle-in-a-haystack search for a bride or accept some air-headed rich girl. His main goal out of wedlock was to simply produce an heir and mold them to perfection, he figured he should be able to find a tolerable lover to make this burden less bothersome.

before his mind could even reach a conclusion, he felt something hit his back, he froze in confusion and slowly turned to find… a child? with what he assumed was an angry face, the child’s attire seemed to imply it was from one of those families that preferred to stay on the outskirts of the territories for god knows what reason, the fabric and cut looked different than the ones civilians would wear deeper in the town. A wooden carved toy was on the ground near him, so that’s what hit him.

“Go back to your dumb palace, royal scom!”

‘Scom’? …Did it mean to say ‘scum’? Sae’s guard, Shidou who had been quietly following behind him approached the child with an irritated expression telling him to back off, he was almost tempted to stop his guard to see what this child was raving on about.

Sae knew there were people who opposed the ruling family but he hadn’t known that the influence would reach kids like this, how did this child even recognize him? Before anything could escalate, he saw another figure approach

The figure looked to be near Sae’s age, their features and clothes matched the child’s save for the fact that her features were more feminine and her outfit was best described as a common everyday dress, one that a family with decent savings would give their daughter. He watched her hold the child’s hand and reprimand them softly yet sternly, at least that’s what he assumed from her expression and whatever words his ears had caught

“Where did you go?! You know better than to run off!”

“But he was-“

“No buts! You’re in big trouble! Do you know who this is..?!”

Her voice was laced with concern, she didn’t have the cruelty to be angry at a child for their simple curiosity yet she couldn’t let this child frolic away from the situation without proper lecturing. Sae stopped his over-analyzing as his eyes met hers, Shidou moved forward.

“Listen missy, get that kid of yours on a leash! Or else-“

“Shidou, back off.”

The prince stepped forward, he approached the girl and as he did, the child lifted their small fists as if ready to fight, the girl immediately ushered the child behind her legs stuttering excuses.

“Its.. an honor to be in your presence like this, your royal highness! I apologize for my sibling’s behavior- they’re very wary of strangers.“

‘Sibling’? So this isn’t her child, Sae assumed that she was unmarried then as usually commoner families children would not be married off at this age, unlike royal families that rushed to build family trees and secure heirs.

“What is your name, maiden?” He examined her as he spoke, she acted like a cornered wild animal, worried that she and her sibling would receive punishment for the child’s careless words. She responded with her name.

“I see, I’d like to have a word with your parents.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Your parents wouldn’t believe you if you told them the prince himself was in the fields outside town, its a good thing he’d insisted.

Your mother pulled you aside to help prepare a meal for the prince even after he assured he wasn’t hungry, you could hear your father try to interrogate him discreetly and Sae replied smoothly to everything he threw at him. You could feel Sae’s calculative stare as you tried keeping busy assisting your mother at preparing the meal.

You were called over by your father, you mentally thanked the gods for their discussion ending, you could not have prepared yourself mentally enough.

“Your daughter possesses the proper attributes to be my wife, I will be marrying her.” the prince’s utterance sounded more like a command rather than a question.

Your heart fell to your stomach, immediately a look of shock was evident on your features, Sae didn’t know whether to laugh or awe at it. Your father had a look that did not hide the murderous intent, he wanted you to hear this directly from the supposed ‘honorable prince’.

After your parents took a moment to discuss this seriously, the prince waited outside your home ignoring his guard’s rambling about you. Your family decided to allow you to choose, they didn’t want to throw you to the prince however they were worried about what would happen if they denied him a bride.

You thought about how this position as the prince’s bride would help you help your family directly, at least you would be able to live in the town instead of making those exhausting back and forth trips, even if the prince would move the small home you lived into town as it is you would be happy.

Opening the front door after your parents had a tearful last discussion with you, the prince turned away from his guard.

“And I’m telling you- those hips? perfect for-“

“Shut your mouth, horny demon.”

The prince swiftly silenced the guard, you suspected what they were talking about given the smug look on the guard’s face but decided against thinking about it. The prince approached you, waiting for your answer.

“Well, maiden? What is your answer?”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You felt out of place, like a doll made of wood among porcelain figures, Sae had hired trainers and tutors for anything and everything he deemed necessary for you to learn as his wife. An etiquette consultant for dinners, dancing instructor for balls, to top your busy days off the tailor regularly visited you in your quarters to drop off dresses and such you were expected to wear around your husband or in the ‘comfort’ of your new home.

The change was exhausting to deal with and even now, a month after the overly extravagant wedding, you found yourself struggling to keep up with Sae’s expectations although he seemed lenient enough towards you.

Speaking of your husband, he rarely showed you any affection at all. he had small ways of showing you he did care but it takes a sharp eye to notice.

on your wedding day Sae kept his hand over your shaking one as a silent way to comfort you, in a moment of privacy during the wedding he had whispered to you lowly and smoothly as if you were an antique fragile doll: “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”

he would reprimand your instructors if he received word of them being cruel to you, Sae was usually calm and collected but you had wondered what happened for your ballroom instructor to apologize so earnestly to you the next time you had a lesson.

The last thing you can think of that reminded you of Sae’s genuine feelings was his cool gaze, if his eyes were to sweep a room and briefly stop at you- you could feel it. an enveloping feeling overwhelms you whenever he stared at you, even if you were in your deepest sleep you could feel it. You never felt threatened or scared of his observance; it made you feel safe in this foreign setting, as if a constant reminder of your wedding day.

Another day in this royal hell has been completed, you recently bid farewell to your tailor who had dropped off the final batch of clothes for you, the newest garments were nightgowns soft to the touch made of the smoothest silk Sae could find. as you examined one of the many nightgowns you felt flustered at how revealing they are, some were translucent others were a bit short- you had no idea how royals were able to indulge in these.

You heard the room door open and close, turning away from the clothes you saw your husband removing his baroque-patterned vest allowing his white shirt to flow off his chest, you heard him putting away the vest while you were putting away the nightgowns and that familiar feeling would wash over you; he was examining you.

The room was quiet and you could hear him slowly approach, Sae took his sweet time examining the view, you looked adorably clueless trying to act oblivious to his movements until he settled his hands on your shoulders. He had to hold back a smile at the way you squirmed at the feeling of his cold hands contact your skin.

“They look lovely,” he muttered, looming over you to examine the clothes. He leaned down to your ear as if to coax you out of your shyness that you harbored so closely when you were around him “would you like to wear this for the night?”

“.. Are you sure? Is it not too revealing..?”

“Nonsense, you’re my wife and I am your husband, I would love to see you in any and all appearances.”

His suggestion made you more flustered than you already were and yet for some reason you found yourself nodding slowly, he took the liberty to help you out of your dress unable to keep his eyes from wandering across any newly exposed parts of your body. He found you divine, a hidden gem in this cave of boring rocks who weren’t even worth a second glance.

You knew your place, he loved that about you, you kept your head down when you needed but you weren’t completely submissive to the point of being pushed around easily by equals.

Removing the dress fully, he took this chance to glide one hand down from your shoulder to your arm and slipping to your waist, pulling your back to his chest as he let out a sigh that made your heart quicken.

“You’re radiant, whether fully dressed or completely bare.”

The nightgown he chose from the collection showed off your shoulders, he landed a kiss onto your exposed shoulder, his hold on your waist returning after he’d helped you slip on the silk comfortably. This is the first time he’s been this openly affectionate with you, the stress of his search and the relief of finding a bride were the only two things he could think about right now.

He kissed at your neck, featherlight kisses tickling your skin as he resisted the urge to continue, he didn’t want to force you into intimacy so early into your marriage as to not scare you off. he snapped out of his lustful haze when he felt your hands settle over his that were around your waist as if to assure him that you’re here, his bride, his queen.

This night would bestow another sound slumber to the newlyweds.

#sae itoshi #itoshi sae #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #itoshi sae x you #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x you

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3xdni · 9 months

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'*•.¸♡𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗'♡¸.•*'

NOT 100% PROOFREAD

Pairings: E!42 Miles x Black/Mixed Reader

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Heads up: Black-coded reader, swearing, kissing, high school age ranged, use of the 'n word, touchy miles, established relationships, toxic ex, neck holding, slight blood, slight violence

summary- you go to a party with your best friend post-breakup with your cheating boyfriend, only to see miles and end up 'thanking' him when he protects you from your ex after he presses you for ghosting him

You and your group of girls walked aimlessly down the halls of your school, chatting it up with your best friend who was rambling on about her new boyfriend. She went on and on about how fine he was and how he paid for everything she wanted.

"Girl, is this your man or your sugar daddy?" You snarked with a soft chuckle, lightly punching her arm.

"Oh god no," Y/B/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in disgust. " this my man for real, like we're getting married and everything!" She said smiling as you listened to the southern drawl roll off her tongue.

You and your friends couldn't stop yourselves from letting out a loud set of giggles as Y/B/N chanted throughout the halls about her delusions.

The way she talked about her new boyfriend reminded of the way you used to talk about your ex. So happy and oblivious to the asshole who you were hyping up. Always there for him when he was never there for you.

Once all of you made it to your respected lockers, Y/B/N suddenly came to a stop about her 'new husband' to give you a somewhat sad look.

"But anyway, how have you been since, ya know... the breakup?" You closed your locker with a sigh, planting your forehead against the cool metal. "I been aight I guess," you paused to look up at your best friend with an annoyed look. "but this nigga will not leave me the fuck alone!" Y/B/F let out a loud wheeze as you shut your eyes and dramatically wiped down your face with both hands.

"Ganke must still be tryna get back with you or sum?" You simply gave her a hard 'mhm' which she couldn't find more hilarious. "You know there's a party this saturday at Gwen's, you should come with me! We gon find you a new man, sis!" A couple of your other friends agreed with the idea of you going, just wanting you to have some fun.

You snickered at Y/B/N's remark. Giving it some thought, you wondered if you should make an appearance at this party. It had been awhile since you went to one and were actually able to mingle with who ever you wanted to.

Ever since you broke up with Ganke, you felt a since of new found freedom. Of course you loved and adored him when y'all were together, but you weren't stupid enough to stay with him after finding out he was texting other girls and trying to link with a mutual friend's girlfriend, miles. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him begging for you back now.

Solange chimed in from behind her locker to add that there were supposed to some many fine dudes there. Jacky gave you a firm nod to back up Solange's statement. "I bet if Miles was there you would say yes immediately." Your best friend teased and you just responded with the most lethal side eye you could muster. "Hey, don't look at me like that! You know Ian lyin'" She chuckled before finishing getting her bags completely out her locker.

Solange and Jackie were making a team effort to coax you into joining in on the party. They only wanted to see you happy, and all they knew was to dance and mingle their own problems away. They made multiple comments about how you're so young and 'We gotta enjoy it while it lasts'. Of course they wouldn't push you against your will, but a little convincing wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Girl it does not take that fuckin' long to think, come on please! We don't wanna go without you!" These poor girls were practically begging on their knees for you to attend this party with them. All you could do was look at Y/B/N with an amused smile on your face. Simply shaking your head in disbelief at your little group's excitement when you agreed to go.

‎・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Saturday rolled around and you sat as your best friend picked out what you thought was your best outfit.

You felt excitement bubbling in your stomach as continued putting on your last accessories and shiny lip gloss. The music that blasted throughout Y/B/N's room giving you a pregame effect sorta gave you a feeling of what tonight was gonna be like. You put on your favorite perfume and body lotion. Y/B/N squealed as she exclaimed how bad you were and quickly whipped out her phone to take pictures.

As your best friend held her phone up, a notification slide onto her phone.

• Solange👽💚hey... just found out ganke's at the party.. might wanna let y/n kno!!

Y/B/N quickly turned to look at you after the disappointing news. You sighed and gave her a half assed smile. "It's cool, Ian trippin and Ian finna let it bother me either." you shrugged you shoulders which released tension from Y/B/N's own shoulders.

You sat in the back seat of the car on the way to the party. Staring through the windshield, lost in thought. 'What if Ganke was there?' multiple thoughts like this flooded into your head. 'What if he asks why haven't I been talking to him? What do I do if he tries to hurt me-' Your thoughts were immediately cut short by Jacky's pink acrylics wrapping around your hand. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, girl! We wouldn't tell you to come if we knew you wouldn't have a good time." She gave you a kind smile and you gave her the same.

You were hyped up the whole way over to the party, your best friend saying things like 'Girl you look good as fuck!' or 'You gon be taking everybody nigga'. However, when you were finally there you started to feel a little nervous. It had been a while since you were in the party scene but you knew you'd feel better once inside.

You walked through the big, glass door's of Gwen's home and it already reeked of underage drinking with an overpowering amount of horny teens. After giving your friends the green light to go dance and have some fun, you gravitated towards the kitchen. It was only slightly less crowded than the rest of the busy house.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder and felt Y/B/N yell in your ear over the loud music that she was gonna go look for her man, but she'd be back. You laughed and told her don't worry about it and you understood. After she ran of with her little boyfriend, you smelled a very familiar scent. You looked around the kitchen island you were currently leaning on and your eyes landed on you and Ganke's mutual friend, miles.

He was nose deep in his phone, ignoring the girls that would come up to him and quickly shooting down any interactions with his bluntness. You chuckled as you watched the failed attempts of even the prettiest girls in your school try to talk to miles. Making your way over to him, you hopped on the part of the counter right beside his arm.

You couldn't deny the attraction you felt for Miles, even when you were with your ex, but you could never let it be known to anyone. You had a man and he had a girl, you both were off limits. Although, Ganke couldn't understand that much. Y/B/N would always poke fun at the fact that you picked the wrong friend throughout your relationship, and you couldn't help but feel she was right.

When Miles looked up at you, you noticed how close you two actually were. Taking in how handsome he was, looking at his lashes, the diamond studded ears, his signature braids, gold chain dangling on his chest, and those pretty lips that always caught your attention, you became lost in thought.

"Yo, Y/N what's good ma?" Miles cocked his head at you with slightly surprised face. He also seemed to notice the close proximity of you two, however not moving at all. Miles always felt that there was tension between the two of you. His girlfriend wasn't shit but his mom didn't know that and liked her, so he kept her around. That was done though, so Mr.Morales started making moves. He been plotting on you for a little minute now anyway.

You gave Miles and small smile and leaned back on your palms. "Shit, I been good, how you been though? I seen you and ole girl broke up." You asked giving Miles a knowing look. He gave you an amused 'mhm' and watched as your body stretched atop the counter, paying close attention on how your thighs seamed to squish against the cold marble. Miles looked you up and down while licking his dry lips.

"Nah man, we not together no more, but what about you and yo nigga? Thought y'all was cute and shit." Miles shrugged his shoulders, obviously returning your teasing. You rolled your eyes at the comment, not really caring about the subject anymore. All that mattered was that you were single, and he was single.

"So whachu doin' here? This doesn't really seem like your scene." You asked Miles while taking a sip of the drink you had just poured. He watched intently as your lips wrapped around the side of the cup and drank from it.

"A couple of friends wanted me to come, Ian really studyin' this party though." Miles responded, taking large gulps of his own drink.

You watched Miles' adam's apple bob up and down as he drank the alcohol, causing you to shift your focus and forget that you needed to project your voice. When you tried to tell Miles that it was the same for you, you spoke in a low, quiet voice.

He looked at you for a second, trying to put together your words but ultimately failed. The boy moved increasingly close to your neck and you shivered as you felt his breath fan against your ear.

"Que dijiste bebe? I can't hear you, speak up." You could only hope that Miles wasn't aware of the effect he had on you. He just couldn't hear you over the music and loud voices, that was all. Right?

You tried to play it off with a simple 'My bad' and repeated yourself louder this time. Miles smiled at you as he backed up just a little bit so you were face to face.

Even then, Miles couldn't help himself from continuously stealing looks at your outfit. You seem to just have popped out after Ganke fucked his girl. He started paying close attention to your lips, wondering why they looked so soft, why they just looked so..good?

You and miles moved well on into good conversation, catching up on each other, a couple of flirty remarks, and the inconsistent brushing of hands against thighs, hands touching hair, and just enjoying being in each other's presence. All was well until an unwanted but familiar face came into your side vision. You continued your conversation now looking at Ganke making his way over to the two of you.

You gave an exhausted sigh and dramatic eye roll as the one person you wouldn't let ruin your night apparently make it his mission to do just that.

"Yo, What's up Miles, Y/N?" He yelled loudly over the music, attempting to dap Miles up which he ignored. Ganke put up a friendly front but you could tell he had alternative motives. You just sat and stared at the boy while Miles replied with a dry 'Yo'.

"So this what we doin now, Y/N" Ganke looked at you with a stank face, motioning to you and Miles. Mood quickly switching just as you thought would happen. "Youn wanna answer my text or calls but you can come to parties with my homeboys now?" Your ex threw his free arm up in the arm in exasperation while his other one held his drink. "My mans, you was the one that cheated, not me? Ian even tryna talk about this right now, I'm havin' fun." You explained motioning to Miles which he returned with a sly smile.

"Oh so you having fun fuckin' on my homeboys?!" Ganke started to get louder, gaining more attention from the now forming crowd. "We not homeboys my nigga, you fucked that shit all the way up for you." Miles corrected with a deadpanned face.

Ganke was obviously drunk because there was noway anybody in there right mind that would come up to you like this. You weren't necessarily scary but people knew not to disrespect you. When he attempted come stumble closer to you, Miles quickly straightened up and put himself between the two of you. Leaning back on your knees while giving him a warning.

"Aye man you need to chill out with allat, you doing way too much." You felt as if you could handle the situation yourself, but it made your attraction towards Miles grow to see him so protective. "Nah bruh, youn tell me what to do, that's my bitch-" And as soon as he let the word slip, Miles damn near knocked his tooth out.

Ganke fell to the floor with a dazed look and blood dripping from his mouth. Miles was raised by his mama, he knew not to tolerate disrespect towards women. Audible gasps and a collective 'Damn!' was heard around the kitchen.

You looked into the crowd and spotted a drunk Solange and sober Jacky rushing to the front of it. Solange let out a load, obnoxious laugh. "You just got knocked the fuck out!" Jacky laughed uncontrollably trying to steady her friend.

Your 'knight in shining armor' turned to you after spitting on the already hurt kid. He walked over to the counter and started to gather his belongings.

"Man fuck this shit, you tryna get outta here." The tall boy patted his pockets for his keys and pointed a thumb towards the door. "Yeah let's go." You quickly hopped off the counter to walk with Miles, barely sparing a glance at Ganke.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

10 times outta 9 I know your lyin' but 9 times outta 10 I know your tryin' to be there

You rode down the highway, windows down and 'Love Drought' by Beyoncé playing on the radio. You were lost in your thoughts about the previous events until you felt a large hand lay across your thigh. The action felt kinda familiar. Looking from out the window, to the hand, and then at Miles you couldn't help but smile and blush a bit.

You were a bit confused as to how he manage to act like he didn't just almost knock someone out. That's not to say you didn't mind the extra attention. Feeling his grip on your thigh just made your stomach turn in the right way. You wanted to talk but there was so much to say and nothing to say at the same time.

Before you could even mutter a word however, Miles broke the air. "So what's up with him, man? Why he trippin' on you so hard, ma?" His eyes stayed on the road but you knew you had his full attention. He was a somewhat responsible driver after all.

"He just got an attitude 'cuz I won't talk to him no more. Ian tryna deal with allat for real." Shrugging your shoulders, you gave Miles a side glance. Now that it was just the two of you, you couldn't help but see how good he looked in his tight black T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and fresh pair of jays. His jewelry shined in the street lights. He just looked so damn good right now, you could practically feel yourself drooling.

"You sum special, ya know?"

"Hm? Whachu mean?"

"Nah Im just sayin, Ion go around bussin folks in they shit like that for random girls." Miles smiled with his eyes still on the road before him. You just adored the way he was showcasing his dimples off to you right now.

"But you would do it for me though." You giggled at the end of your sentence, appreciating the compliment.

"Anything for you, mi corazón " Although you knew it was a bit of an exaggeration, as this was only the beginning of y'all's relationship, you still felt comfort by his words.

Feelings grew between you two as you watched each other silently over the years. He fell in love with every little thing you did, as so did you with him. You noticed every tiny quirk and habit he had, and just thought he was so fine. It was crazy to everyone that you two didn't start dating each other instead of your ex's.

You felt his hand brush farther into you skirt and squeeze a little harder, all you could do was sigh into his touch. Miles let a deep chuckle slip from his lips and you could feel your face heat up. "Ni siquiera puedo creer que saliste con su lamentable trasero, you know you could do better right, mamas?" You squeezed your thighs slightly at the nick name, which Miles very much noticed.

Of course you didn't want to give in to him just yet, so you beat around the bush. "Yeah I guess, I mean Ion really talk to anybody though. Ian really met a lot of real niggas." You faked oblivion to Miles obvious attempt to get at you.

Suddenly turning down a back road, and driving into an empty, grass area atop a hill, Miles turned to look at you. "That's 'cuz you ain't been talkin' to me, my heart." His accent rolled off his tongue and into your heart. He couldn't help but stare into your pretty eyes, and glance at your pretty, glossed lips. They looked so plump and full, all he wanted was a little taste.

Miles grabbed you by top of your neck softly, causing you to let out a breathy 'Miles'. He couldn't help himself. You just looked so gorgeous in your little outfit tonight, he was grateful to god that he sent an angel like you to him tonight. The two of you tilted your heads in unison closing the gap between you.

Your gloss smeared across Miles' lips as he pressed into yours roughly. When he pulled you closer by your neck, you had no choose but to place a hand on his thigh to help you balance yourself. This caused him to groan which gave you an opportunity you had to take. You snaked your tongue into Miles' sweet mouth, moaning into the kiss as his grip on your neck tightens.

Miles started moving his free hand down your back and onto the cusp of your ass, giving it a firm slap. He broke away from your lips to move his face into the parts of your neck uncovered by his large, rough hand. After leaving multiple kisses, licks, and hickies on your neck, he pulled you over the middle console and onto his lap.

Miles rubbed your ass through your mini skirt, like he was touch starved. His lips returned to yours as he muttered the words "Let me treat you right, baby. Fuck these other niggas."

You just look this boy deeply in his eyes, trying not to fall for him even harder in that moment. You leaned down to plant a kiss on Miles' lips but he held you in place by your neck. "You gon' gimme an answer, pretty girl? Ian solo tratando de joderte, te necesito mala, mi hermosa.." Miles trailed off seemingly entranced by you.

You swear you could die with all the pet names he was giving you. "You gotta promise though, we gotta keep it together, baby"

"Oh we gon stay together, I promise."

#atsv #atsv x reader #miles morales #e!42 miles morales #x reader #miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x female reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 prowler

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stuckysbike · 1 year

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Mine

I wrote this whilst drunk. Im still drunk so there’ll probably be mistakes and there all mine.

Notes: fluff, angst, possessive Bucky? happy ending.

Bucky/Reader various.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you scowled narrowing your eyes dramatically as you drew your straw between your lips. The sweet honey whiskey and soda flowed gently over your tongue.

Beside you Peter Parker giggled.

You ignored him. “I fucking hate that bitch.”

“Now now,” Peter Quill, the barman, chastised. You gave him the finger.

“Bugger off Quill,” he returned the sentiment as he walked away, clearing your view.

You sighed in irritation. “What were you wanting to happen?” Wanda asked softly.

“A sinkhole, big enough for her, to swallow her,” you muttered darkly.

“Are there sinkholes in New York?” Pietro asked.

“There are sinkholes wherever the fuck I want sinkholes to be,” you muttered darkly. You took another sip of your drink and waved at Quill for a refill.

There was another loud laugh and her hand brushed down Bucky’s chest.

“I also am suspicious of her,” Zemo leaned close. You elbowed him in the gut and he drew back with an oaf.

“Oh for fuck sake here comes fanboy number three,” you glowered as Sam walked through the door followed by Joaquin. Jay had the decency to roll his eyes and head towards you leaving Sam with Steve and Bucky to fawn over Sharon.

“She’s overrated,” Jay said taking the seat next to you.

“Thank you!” You cried.

“At least you have more friends than her,” Pietro said.

“I am honoured to be part of this friend grou-“

“NO!” You, Peter, Wanda, Pietro and Jay called.

Zemo pouted and you drew your attention away. In another life he’d be cute but he was, well he was Zemo.

Sharon had slid her arm around Bucky’s waist and his arm was on her shoulders when you looked back. Sharon was cooing at how cute Steve and Sam were as a couple. You imagined crushing her windpipe, but you were no special agent. You were just a normal girl with a normal life who happened to fall in love with your fuck buddy neighbour who was none other than Bucky Barnes.

“I could take her out,” Pietro said. “It would be so fast no one would know.”

You considered this but dismissed it. Instead you ordered another drink. And that’s how you found yourself dancing with none other than…Zemo.

God you hated his pretty smug face. “God I hate your pretty smug face.” You said.

Zemo didn’t care, just wiggled his hips. Behind him Sharon was dancing with Sam but she kept glancing back at Bucky.

This morning you woke in his arms, his lips dancing across your shoulders but now you hated him. Your chest hurt and you wanted to sit in a corner and scream like a petulant child. Instead you returned to your seat as the song ended.

Bucky moved over beside you and you studied his profile out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” You asked.

“What are you doing?” He nodded towards Zemo.

You followed his gaze. “He’s…cute.”

Bucky snorted and you turned to look at him. “You could do better.”

“You and Sharon looked cosy earlier,” you said.

“Yeah she’s a good girl,” Bucky murmured looking her way.

You made a face and took a drink. Bucky was looking at you again. “Meh, she’s not all that.”

“You don’t like her?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged a shoulder. “I hate her,” you admitted.

“Why?” Bucky sounded genuinely confused.

She’s got you, say it say she’s got you.

Instead you shrugged. “It’s a vibe I get,” you muttered. “She seems like your type, pretty, fit, skilled. You should date her.”

“She asked me out earlier,” Bucky admitted.

You nodded in understanding. This morning was the last time you would be with him. He’d move on and so would his friends and eventually you’d be a memory.

“Where are you going?” You asked. Your body ached, your heart most of all. You weren’t pretty it sexy enough for him. Bucky wanted a girl like her. You could already imagine them together.

“Said no,” Bucky told you. You turned to look at him. “I didn’t like it when Pietro hugged you earlier. Or when Zemo danced with you.”

“Why not?” You breathed.

Bucky leaned close until you could see the blue of his eyes. “I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” You cocked your head. He smiled again.

“Jealous. I wanted to cut their hands off for daring to touch you,” he growled as he leaned closer. You couldn’t resist resting your hand on his chest. His dog tags were nestled beneath his shirt.

“Touch me?” You repeated.

Bucky’s smirk was wide. “You’re my girl, and I’m about sick of other people not knowing that,” he said.

You made a fist, catching the tags under his black tee and pulling him closer. He tasted of whiskey and musk and Bucky and you sighed into his body. His kiss was hot and his stubble rasped against you but you didn’t care.

Cheers erupted around you and there were a few catcalls.

“About time,” Quill muttered darkly.

“Bucky. I’m drunk. I want to go home and have lazy sloppy sex.” You said kissing his cheek wetly.

“Yeah?” He asked as he looked at you. You nodded, and together you walked out of the bar. Before you left you caught sight of Sharon glowering your way. Bucky’s arm was on your shoulders and you snuggled closer to his body blowing her a kiss as you passed by. You didn’t see her response but you guessed what exactly it was.

Smiling, you leaned into your boyfriend as you walked home.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst

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dazedvivenne · 3 months

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GULLIBLE - Kevin Khatchdourian

Short summary: Kevin convinces you to do the dirty with him by making up a lie.

Warning: Smut, mentions of a religious things, dirty things happen in a church, DUB-CON.

(It won’t let me add the photo so here’s a GIF)

The perfect balance to the point you only speak when your spoken to, he could picture himself with a girl as submissive as you. It confused him though, he never was really attracted to anyone before.

Of course there were girls at his school he wouldn’t mind fucking with a bag over there heads, but they were loose sluts that would throw themselves all over him.

But you… you were a Christian girl, which meant you couldn’t commit to such a sin. But Kevin doubted you even knew much about sex since of how innocent you looked.

Always wearing white clothes, either it be a white shirt with a long skirt or a pair of blue jeans or a white dress. You always wore a cross around your neck, he found it “cute” how you could worship someone you didn’t even know ever existed.

So much commitment for a man that may never respond, in a way it proved how dedicated you were to your religion.

Kevin watched as you walked through the church doors, wearing a floral jersey dress with a white cardigan over it. You dressed comfortably for the Sunday prays.

Kevin’s parents suggested he went to church with him on the weekends before, but he only started going when he realized you would he there. Now he was standing at the car with his parents and little sister Celia.

“I’m going to go inside.” Kevin spoke monotonously, not caring about his dad’s suggestions that they all walked into the church together.

Kevin’s slender legs made way to the church door, wearing a pair of navy suit pants with a black long sleeve with the sleeves rolled up, his veins visible as well as every muscle in his arms.

Kevin opened the door for himself, walking into the church, scanning it for you, once he saw you he went over to where you were sat with your family. “Hello.” Kevin said calmly, “Could I speak to you in private.” Kevin asked politely.

You looked at your family members for approval, once they looked okay with his proposition you nodded your head and stood up and followed Kevin.

Kevin walked you to the washroom, locking the door behind the two of you. “Take off your underwear.” Kevin demanded, he was surprised at himself for being so demanding.

Your face scrunched up, “No.” you simply said, of course you were not going to agree to lose your virginity in the church washroom.

Kevin thought for a moment, he quickly came up with an idea. “I had a dream, the lord was in it.” Kevin lied, of course you would never be able to tell since his voice and facial expressions were always so bland.

You stood there, looking up into Kevin’s dark eyes. “Go on.” You mumble, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kevin sighed, “You were in my dream… the lord told me I needed to get you pregnant or Jesus will stop looking over the both of us.” Kevin continued on with his lie. Praying you were as gullible as he thought.

You stood there shocked, unfolding your arms. “Seriously? Right here?” You questioned Kevin. Pushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Yes. Don’t you feel something between us…? A connection.” Kevin responded, his black hair being a mess. You found it cute.

You thought about it for a moment, you’ve talked to Kevin a couple of times. Whenever you spoke to him you felt like he understood you, maybe it was because he agreed with everything you ever said to him.

“I do, but… shouldn’t we wait for marriage?” You wondered, this seemed all to overwhelming in this moment.

Kevin shook his head, “It has to be now, you have to give birth before next year.” Kevin insisted, he wondered if you were acting dumb or if you genuinely thought he was telling the truth.

You reluctantly nodded your head, biting your lower lip. “Well…” you slowly slide down your panties, the fabric sliding down your thighs until they dropped to the ground, you kicked them to the side.

Kevin couldn’t believe what he was seeing, you would actually believe Kevin’s lie?

Kevin got back into action, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Kevin whispered into your ear, pushing your hips into the bathroom sink.

Sliding his pants down to his mid thigh, pulling his length out of his underwear. He softly wrapped his hand around your hair, pushing it out of the way and gently kissing your shoulders and neck.

Kevin bent you over the sink slightly, looking at your face through the mirror in front of you. You looked like you were enjoying this.

Kevin spit on his fingers, gathering his saliva on his two fingers. Lubing them up before sticking them into your vagina, slowly pulling them in and out.

You felt a slight burning sensation, it felt really pleasant though. You decided to enjoy this instead of having a fit about it.

“I’ll take care of you, darling.” Kevin husked, his voice deep and raspy. Whispering directly in your ear, nibbling on your lobe as he took his fingers out of your entrance.

Kevin lined himself up with your entrance, slightly jerking himself before slowly sliding himself inside of you. A sharp gasp slipping your mouth.

One of Kevin’s hands resting on your hip, gently massaging it. The other one covered your mouth as Kevin kissed the back of your neck. “You’rere so tight.” Kevin groaned.

Kevin slowly started to grind into you, hitting your g-spot you started to moan out loud. Good thing Kevin’s hand was muffling your moans. God he was going to hell for this.

“I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.” Kevin took his hand off of your mouth and brought it down to your clit, he slowly rubbed it in circles.

Lewd sounds coming from your mouth, moans, gasp, groans and whines all escaping from your pretty little mouth. Kevin only had a casually loud exhale, he wasn’t as vocal as you were.

Kevin started bucking his hips into you, loud slapping sounds now coming from the washroom. “Such a good girl.” Kevin praised you, still rubbing at your clit.

Kevin felt like he was about to come, “I’m close, sweetie.” Kevin warned you, quickening his pace.

You felt Kevin’s dick twitch inside of you, then a warm liquid cover your walls. You felt a warm feeling in your stomach as your whole body vibrated for a moment, reaching your orgasm.

Kevin saw your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth open with a loud moan escaping your mouth.

Kevin slowly pulled out with a slight whine escaping his mouth, his tip very sensitive. Kevin watched as he come dripped out of you. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your labia and vagina.

Kevin stuffed the piece of toilet paper in his pocket as he pulled up his pants. Once he was no longer exposed you turned around.

Your legs shaking as you picked up your underwear and put it back on. “I’ll let you know when I start to see some results.” You told Kevin.

Kevin nodded his head, watching as you left the washroom, he looked on the ground and saw some blood. He chuckled and left the washroom as well, of course you were a virgin.

Can someone please help me with the photo thing?

#kevin khatchadourian #ezra miller #we need to talk about kevin #smut

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peaktora · 1 year

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𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 ˚◞♡ ⃗ takashi mitsuya

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊where your first romantic date with your best friend (mitsuya) has been scheduled for today since last month. but , where do his sisters go when his mother unexpectedly has to work overtime? with you.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊1.7k words. swearing (surprisingly just a bit). established relationship. first kiss. no pronouns used or specified gender.

a/n. — you know, not a big fan of writing first dates, but it fit @creativepromptfills dialogue prompt (aching bones) that i wanted to write sooo bad, therefore we're working with it

if mitsuya knew anything, it was that waiting for someone to arrive while keeping an eye on the time wouldn't make them arrive any sooner. even though he repeatedly did the same thing, he can't help it. where were you?

“suya’, it's wrong to have us wait outside in the cold. for all I know, we might die,” sighed luna, hiding her hands in the pockets of her coat.

mana agreed, snuggling into her brothers' side.

“i know, i know. once we start moving around, we won’t even notice how strong the wind is. let’s just wait for-“

you sprinted from around the corner and rushed up to the group as if you heard his cries. it wasn't difficult to identify the hair color of a certain someone. as soon as you approached him, you began blathering about why it took you so long to get there in the first place.

however, mitsuya didn't notice; he was more focused in admiring your beauty. observing what you were wearing and the handmade scarf that he had made just for you.

“gosh, it’s freezing out here.”

it was then that he realized you weren’t wearing a coat, but a very light jacket. he took off his beige coat to expose his star-patterned beige sweater and black cargos, asking, "how do you have a scarf but not a jacket?"

you shake your head and say, "you need it more than me. and i didn’t think it’d be this cold."

he draped the coat over your shoulders without regard for how you felt, and you immediately felt at ease in the warmth it provided. he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head before ruffling up the fabric by pulling the two sides of it closer together. not doing much since the jacket was still unzipped.

“now, what’s first?”

“whatever the girls want, i’ll do.”

“THE TILT-A-WHEEL!” mana interrupted.

taking the girl's hand, you reply, "well, to the tilt-a-ride we go."

you staggered as you descended the ride's stairs, grabbing hold of anything you could for stability, which was basically the girls if not the air. the night's carnival music was playing over and again, booming all around you.

maybe none of you should’ve spun the wheel so quickly.

mitsuya who decided to refrain from spinning about with you and his sisters, was completely fine and unnerved on the grass. complaining that he would get nauseous later.

he steadied you by putting his hands around your waist, “you have fun?”

"not as much as I would've staying on the grou-“

you stop yourself when you see the smaller children preparing to flee with their tickets and look for the next ride. when your instincts kicked in, you slipped out of your boyfriend's hold and yelled "hey!" rather than remaining in his arms and yelling.

believe it or not, he found that attractive. no, it's not that you scold his sisters; it's how you show them care while putting your own needs last. and not only in this situation.

when his mom asked him what he liked best about you, he gave her a long list, even mentioning your tendency to tap your fingers to the beat of music. although, there was one item on his list that he didn't address at the time (but would later mention).

when you’re in your element – the confident beauty you radiate is absolutely hypnotizing, he could stare at you for hours. that alone earns the top spot on his list. it makes it appear to be a light that only shines on you, big enough to kill everyone nearby.

just like the stars, he thought.

he frequently utilizes a telescope, which readily eliminates the empty sky and solely concentrates on the stars. such small things can create a lot of love, huh?

you were the most stunning star of all, it’s no surprise that you had the same impact on him that only the stars could. hell, for all he knows, a supernova in his heart could be produced by you in a matter of seconds.

your eager gasp, which ended your hypnosis tactics, jolted him out of his trance.

you quickly grabbed his arm and yelled, "photo booth!" racing to the rectangle-shaped box covered in strangers' grins.

who was he to crush your hopes? he sprinted faster than you to claim the booth seat as soon as you let the word "booth" fly off your tongue. with these things he knows that someone is always waiting around the corner, ready to claim ownership of other people's dreams.

following behind you two were luna and mana, who both, let’s just say, made a silent agreement.

"oh, my aching bones! I'm getting too old for this,” you said with a hand on your knee as you approached the lilac-haired boy.

"you hardly even qualify as an adult yet," he scoffed. holding the curtain open for you, ready to let you in.

“15-year-olds still have pain, and did you SEE how much I ran before this?” with a light smile on your face, you did just that, and he mimicked your movements.

he'd normally close the curtain, but he needed to keep an eye on his daring sisters. you watch as he whispers words to those two that you could hardly make out: something about sticking together and not leaving the booth.

you click on the screen pressing the 10 second option, and the first photo begins.

mitsuya interlocks your fingers as a feminine voice counts down from ten, holding it right in the middle of you two but also in the middle of the frame. you cover the bottom of your face with your other hand while maintaining a surprised expression.

5, 4, 3…

he looks over to you, smiling ear to ear.

“that was a cute one!” luna says after it's done.

you laugh heartily as you shake your head seeing how the girls approach you slowly but surely. you quipped, "you wanna come up?"

they both jumped onto the booth seat right away, mana in the middle of you and your boyfriend and luna on your lap. they look at the screen with assurance while displaying peace signs, not telling you or mitsuya what to do, but rather encouraging you to follow suit.

3, 2, 1. the flash goes off.

mitsuya was nervously peering at you out of the corner of your eye. you look his way. then, his lovely, purple eyes are staring at you in a way that you could’ve imagined a month ago.

before you could say anything, the sisters shrieked, "kiss, kiss, kiss!"

"you guys are giving me a headache every time you scream," he groaned as soon as he could.

“do you remember what we discussed?” only luna returned to her position from twenty seconds earlier despite his hand motions to send them both away.

“you have 5 seconds left!”

his palm slowly slides along the side of your cheek as you take a deep breath, and you feel the hairs on that surface start to alarmingly stand up.

“can i kiss you?”

“ready?”

you weren't lying when you said you were anxious. but there's no question that you wanted this picture more than he did. so you leaned in and merged your lips together, eyes naturally closing shut.

he made an effort to lean closer, but wasn’t able to give you the precise kiss he wanted, since his sister was in the way.

the brief time the kiss lasted allowed you to absorb a lot of information. the taste was flavorful yet also sweet. it had a coconut flavor, much like the chapstick you gave him last week. did he also use his materials to sew his lips? they were as delicate as silk.

you lean back in late amazement at the connection. missing the warmth. once more, a gentle smile touches your lips, but this time it's his as well. that, however, didn't last long because you quickly leaned back in, which is not how mitsuya probably anticipated this would proceed since he'd probably want to take the lead.

oh well. you thought.

just have to tell people you both kissed first.

his fingers slowly move up your neck from the side of your face. he tightens his hold while making sure that you are both in a comfortable posture.

there's no way you would have believed it if your future self had told you that five years from now, you'd be dating your best friend, kissing him, and taking pictures to prove it.

there’s just no fucking way.

the moment ended only when his sister grumbled about being crushed. at that point, you both realized that you had pretty much made out in front of them, which was something you didn't want to do, and that you had also forgotten to consider whether or not the photo had already been released.

as you stepped outside the booth, luna was waiting for you with a strip of paper in her hand, bouncing and fangirling all over the place. only halting when you were directly in front of her.

“I think mana and I looked the best in this picture, you both looked absolutely adorable!” as she handed you the strip, she said.

filling the area without the photos was a leaf frame. finally, you had mitsuya and you holding hands, his sisters and you making peace signs, and your first kiss with the male pasted onto a thin strip.

and hold on—is that mana in the last picture standing between you and mitsuya with a heart raised?

they really were mischievous.

you jokingly glared at the youngest child before giving the picture to the said boy, “wanna go on the ferris wheel?”

mana shook her head, “i’m tired.”

“not really tired, just tired of walking.” luna agreed.

you looked to the sides of you, ready to ask mitsuya if he was ready to go back home, but he was no where in sight.

without notice, he snuck up behind you with the familiar snapshot in hand and said, "wrote the date babe, here you keep it," before slipping it into your pocket.

the rest of the crew discussed what you’d all do next, but you slipped that photo right back out of your pocket.

on the side that was blank—or should have been—you pulled it out. you smiled about thousand times as you read the inked handwriting that you had learned to read over the years. each smile spreading wider and wider across your face. the snapshot now combined a poem and a picture.

it was then, that you fell in love in october.

and so did he.

#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ˋก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ #old writing #mitsuya x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev fluff #mitsuya x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #mitsuya fluff #tr mitsuya #takashi mitsuya

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blindingbooga · 5 months

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!: BLASTING WAVES CHAPTER 2

Today was one like no other!

Their first gig as a band. . .their amazing debut!!

The Suffocating Lobster was a peculiar restaurant at best, the amount of abnormal events that have happened in that place had made it the black sheep of all establishments in town. With that reputation though, underground artists had performed there, becoming for some a safe haven to express themselves. Yet, it was such a tight knit community, like everyone was family. . .for the people who had been there for a while at least. Newcomers were treated with indifference by the occupants of the restaurant. Especially one girl who came dressed like she just left an island vacation, Onaona Haunani.

She was an enthusiastic soul with a dream, with her best friend by her side, they would become the world famous grou-

“Rev It Up?” The waitress asked, bringing Ona out of her trance.

“Oh! Uh, yep! Me and my best friend’s band!” she replied.

“Okay, I’ll inform the manager, A DJ and singer right?”

“Correct!”

“Alrighty, well you two are up in thirty, here’s some water.”

The waitress put the glass of water down with a straw, soon walking away to go deal with other customers. Ona looked around the restaurant, it was dark, like a nightclub would be, but every thirty seconds the LED lights on the walls would surge brightly two times before turning off again. It was irritating to say the least, right! The lights!

She tried to get the waitress’ attention by waving to her, after at least thirty seconds, the waitress saw Ona and walked over to her.

“Do you need anything. . ?”

“Yes! When our band performs can you turn off the LED lights? Or at least keep them on completely? My fri-”

“Is sensitive to light? Gotcha. I’ll also inform the manager about that.”

“But-”

The waitress walked out of view to what Ona could only assume were other customers were on the other side of the restaurant. She’s going to watch out for that waitress, but I guess making such a request isn’t unexpected. Some amount of time had gone by, the music and the people going on about their day, and her water had been finished.

All of the sudden, there were whispers everywhere. All looking behind her with a range of emotions, mainly confusion and shock. Ona felt a few gentle taps on her shoulder, she smiled knowing who it was.

She turned around to find her favorite nine foot tall person, Maya Wright, towering above her as she always did. It was hard to see her because of how dark the restaurant was, but the surging lights made it easier to look at her.

“Gig?.” Maya asked.

“Oh yeah. . .the waiter said we had thirty minutes when I orginal-”

“HEY!”. The waitress hastily whispered to the duo.

“We’ve set up the stuff for you two! Hurry up and get on stage!”

Maya wore a surprised look while Ona looked like she was going to explode with happiness. She grabbed Maya’s arm and faced the waitress.

“Alrighty, where’s this stage?”

“Turn right here and go straight until you see a bouncer with blonde hair, tell him you’re the next performers.” the waitress told them as she pointed in the direction of the bouncer.

“Okay! Thank you! CMON MAYAAA!”

Ona started running towards the bouncer, leaving Maya waving for what seemed like a millisecond before they were off. One step closer to their debut!!

[CashMoneyBunny]:

UGHH! This is so boring!! We’re supposed to just watch these two go through a canon event all day!

[BlindingSun]:

We’re waiting for the perfect time to send in the scouts we sent to discover them! We know what they are capable of music wise, plus, the taller one is a survivor.

[CashMoneyBunny]:

Of the 3/9 incident?

[BlindingSun]:

Yes.

[BlindingSun]:

This is the second one we found that escaped the city mainly unscathed.

[CashMoneyBunny]:

Didn't she get dropped off at the recovery site?

[BlindingSun]:

Yes, I suspect it was a person.

[CashMoneyBunny]:

FOR REALS! NO WAYYYY!

[BlindingSun]:

They probably got harvested by the murder drones.

[CashMoneyBunny]:

Just thinking of them makes me sick!! ICK! <:d

[BlindingSun]:

Let’s refocus.

[CashMoneyBunny]:

Got it babes!!

A lot of maneuvering and apologies later, the two made it to the bouncer.

“Can I help you with anything?”

The bouncer had his arms crossed like any normal bouncer, an intimidating appearance, but who was Ona to judge? Her best friend was at least two feet taller than the average door frame!

“We’re the next performers.”

With a simple nod the bouncer moved out of the way, showing a dimly lit hallway. Maya ducked down and started to go through the hallway, Ona following after her. They found their way onto the stage where a single microphone and a DJ table were set up. Maya walked over to the stand, looking over it before setting up her desired controls for the songs they were going to perform. Ona hastily walked over to the microphone, looking at it before trying out the poses she could do with the stand while singing. People gave them a few glances here and there, wondering about the duo.

“Hey you two!”

A male voice came from the hallway, he had on a hoodie and dress pants. Strange fashion choice, but the duo didn’t comment about it.

“Hello. . ? uhm, who are-”

“I’m the manager, you two will be on in two minutes! Break a leg! BYE.”

As fast as he came, he disappeared. Ona stood there in shock, that was the manager? He was a strange fellow, everything about this club was strange, but what is there to expect from such a place?

“I know drugs when I see it.”

With how fast Ona’s neck snapped to look at Maya, her head would have shot off her body. She quickly walked over to the lanky woman.

“How do you know he was on drugs!? You can’t make assumptions like that-”

Ona had been rudely interrupted by Maya putting a finger to her mouth, then pointing at the audience they were gaining.

“Showtime!”. Maya said with a smirk.

Ona pouted at her before turning around and getting back to the microphone. Looking at the audience beyond the stage was nerve wracking to say the least. But Ona reassured herself as always that Maya would comfort her about it, even if it turned out horrible.

The sound of a microphone being tapped could be heard in all the speakers in the restaurant.

“Yo! Yo! Yo! We have a special performance for you tonight!”

“Coming in from the land of Amazonian Women, and the tropical islands of Hawaii. . . . .”

“REV! IT! UP!”

Ignoring the strange introduction, Maya put on the instrumental for their first song, “Tropical Frenzy”. Ona grabbed the microphone stand and sang her heart out, the restaurant making no sound besides the song and Ona.

Her voice was a shocker to the people of the restaurant to say the least. It was deep, but it was executed correctly, so it sounded good. One by one, people started to vibe with the music they were hearing. Maya looked at the crowd and smiled, Ona was not going to be shot with weird looks again!

[BlindingSun]:

Send them in.

[CashMoneyBunny]:

On it honey!

Four men outside the restaurant had gotten out of a white van. Walking inside to spectate the performance by the duo. After the second song, one of them got out a camera and started recording the band.

They were going big.

Whether they liked it or not.

“Do you want her documents madam?”

A chair got pushed back from the desk.

“Give me both Haunani and Wright’s records, this will come in handy for future plans.”

They are handed over files.

“I will take my leave, madam.”

The butler walked out of the room, if it can even be described as such. Screens covered every wall, keeping track of servers. Whether those belong to big companies or video games, we will never know. The person in the middle of this room wore spiked platforms that gave them an extra twelve inches of height. Sitting on a regular gamer chair, they pondered about the survivors of the 3/9 incident. Their company caused it, yet it was kept secret by the government. The only way they could help survivors without alarming the government was to give them success so that they can be well off at least.

Their “help” will hopefully make the survivors forget about the incident once and for all.

#Blasting Waves

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From now on at parties im flirting w girls in groups so i can linger in the group and eventually get adopted into fhe friend grou p . Or just looking really lost and scared and letting them swoop in and save me

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Second part of the bookscans of Al Andalus. Historical Figures, here's the previous part

The personality of this man offers many mysteries and contradictions. Some historians say that he was a Visigoth, or a Berber of Christian religion, and that his name would not be Julián, but Urban, from Ulban, in Arabic. The most reasonable thing could be that he is a military commander from the Byzantine square of Septem (Ceuta) which, after the fall of Carthage, continued to be the last Byzantine position in North Africa for a few more years. To maintain his position, it was logical that Julián established relations with his Berber neighbors and even the Visigoths of Baetica and it is also possible that he was on the side of the Witizas when they lost the throne in favor of Rodrigo.

The Muslim sources and, later, also the Christians, explain the causes that led Julián to help the Muslims in the conquest of Spania in such a way novel as well as legendary. They have acquired such strength that, even with skepticism, all historians collect them and they would be the following. The count had a daughter of great beauty, whom the king Rodrigo, one day, contemplated her bathing naked. Seduced by her charms he took her to Toledo and possessed her, it is not known if because of force or with the consent of the girl, who in this neither legends nor romances agree. The indignant father marched to Toledo to take his daughter and swore that he would avenge the affront inflicted on her honor. It is not well known why the daughter of Count Don Julián is called Florinda in Christian chronicles, and on her will fall the blame for all the ills of Spain. As if this were not enough,

the name will be completed with “la Cava”, a word of Arabic origin which translates to "prostitute".

Upon returning to Africa, the hurt count went to Ifriqiya to see Musa ben Nusayr, and put before his eyes the ease with which one could conquer Spania and the great advantages that would be obtained from it. The Muslim governor willingly accepted the offer and suggested that it would be Count Don Julián himself who carried out an incursion onHispanic lands. With a small army, Julian landed in the bay of Algeciras and in a daring raid, he returned to Ceuta with good loot and numerous captives. It would be approximately October or November of the year 709.

Musa began to consider the possibility of an expedition against Spania, but for this he needed the permission of the Caliph of Damascus. In addition, there was another problem: crossing the Strait of Gibraltar. The Muslims did not have ships and distrusted the marine environment that they considered a bit strange, but Count Don Julián would come to solve this problem. The Caliph of the East, for his part, continued to maintain his reservations about this operation that would ultimately be carried out, perhaps because the insistence of their North African governors.

Tarif ben Malluk

Finally, the first Muslim landing occurred in July 710. There were about four hundred men under the command of a Berber officer, Tarif ben Malluk, the first Muslim to set foot in Spania. His name would last, forever, in the

small island where they landed, the current Tarifa. It was more of an “informative” expedition than a threat of conquest or occupation. From that first landing the Muslims obtained Muslims obtained a great booty and a good number of captive Christian women, it seems to be that all of them are very beautiful. Musa ben Nusayr received his part and, possibly, this decided him to prepare a proper expedition. Did the events really happen like this? It is the most possible, butcertain historians suppose that the Muslims came to Spania after a request for help from the Witiza clan, eager to put an end to the power of King Don Rodrigo. Maybe conversations took place with Tariq, the governor of Tangier, through Count Don Julián, which could explain the success of the Muslim campaign, as well as its speed, therefore, let's say that the ground was fertile for said invasion, without forgetting that the bad government of the last years of the Gothic monarchy could also influence the population to see the invaders almost as if they were liberators who were going to rid of those despotic barbarians who already reigned in Spania for 300 years.

Musa ben Nusayr and Tariq ben Ziyad: the conquerors of Spania

Musa, after all the previous experiences, entrusted the command of the expedition to one of his freedmen, Tariq. It is not well known what Tariq's origin was, some

assume he was Berber and others say he was Persian. Count Don Julián accompanied him as a counselor and, with the ships that he had already put to Tarif's disposition, the strait was crossed. It was the best time to proceed to landing, since King Rodrigo was busy in the north of the Peninsula, or repressing an uprising of the Basques, or perhaps trying to stop the raids of Frankish troops.

Tariq and the first Muslim contingents stayed in the foothills of the Calpe mountain, which in time would be called Gibraltar, Chabal Tariq, in Arabic, that is, “the mountain of Tariq.” It was the year 711, between the months of April or May.

Tariq waited for all his men to disembark, whose number seems like it wasn't very big. Perhaps seven thousand, among whom the majority were Berbers, freedmen of different origins and very few pure Arabs.

He began by securing a position, the city of Carteya, located in the bay of Gibraltar. He then moved west and there created a base that would serve as support in the event that it had to backing out. It would be the future city of Algeciras. Count Don Julián was in the care of said base. It was advisable to be cautious in a land that they did not know, but prudence, as we will see, did not took less audacity to these first Muslim troops.

Rodrigo soon learned of the landing and the movements of the Muslim forces, and set out on marches forced towards Baetica. Tariq was also informed that the Gothic troops were marching against him and he thought that the most convenient would be to request reinforcements from Africa where five thousand men came from more, all Berbers. Po-

ssibly, at this time, the Muslims were joined by a certain number of sympathizers of the Witiza clan. Tariq decided wait for Rodrigo in the region of Algeciras. One flank of his army was placed near the Janda lagoon and the other on the heights of the Retín mountain range. His spies warned him that Rodrigo was approaching commanding 100,000 men, a figure that is undoubtedly very exaggerated, given by the Muslims to make even bigger their victory. The clash occurred on July 19, 711.

The success of Muslim weapons was surprising even for themselves, although it is very possible that it was because the two wings of Rodrigo's army were commanded by the relatives of Witiza, perhaps his brothers or his children, and in a certain moment, they left the battlefield. Rodrigo tried to hold the center of his troops that he led personally, but Muslim pressure forced him to retreat, with great human losses. Spania's luck was cast.

Tariq ben Ziyad, the victor, found himself faced with the dilemma of returning to Africa and receiving new orders from Musa, as had been scheduled, or continuing the conquest of a territory that seemed defenseless. He and his troops were enraged by the victory achieved, and encouraged by Count Don Julián and Witiza's supporters, Tariq decided to continue the advance. Córdoba was their next objective, but first they had to conquer Écija, where a large number of escaped Visigoths were taking refuge. A new victory near this city encouraged Tariq's spirit even more, while

he saw how he was joined by a mass of dissatisfied people fed up with the Visigothic regime. The Jews, both those of the south and later those of Toledo, would side with the invaders, after suffering the unspeakable under the Gothic monarchy.

The capital of the kingdom, the imperial Toledo, was the next goal of Tariq and his people. The city did not put up any resistance. Faced with the Muslim advance, its inhabitants fled. Even the primate of Spania, Sinderedo, ran away and did not stop until he reached Rome. Tariq found an almost deserted city, abandoned to its fate, with palaces and churches full of riches of incalculable value, which were offered to him without any type of opposition. Tariq ben Ziyad continued advancing, it is believed as far as Alcalá de Henares, but winter arrived and he returned to Toledo to spend this hard season there.

Meanwhile, in Morocco, Musa ben Nusayr, instead of rejoicing at the successes achieved by his freedman, became angry and, possibly, envy did the rest. Musa had also been a victorious general, jealous of his authority, convinced that he was the best of soldiers, and he felt hurt in his self-esteem when he considered that a subordinate could overshadow him.

Levy Provençal points out that Tariq himself, surprised by the speed of his conquests as well as the breadth of the occupied territories, was able to request new shipments of troops from Musa to consolidate what had already been conquered, fearing a Gothic reaction. His leader was thus able to go to Spania, not only to punish what he considered the insolence of his freedman, but to complete and establish Mus-

lim power on the Peninsula. Now Musa ben Nusayr crossed the Strait of Gibraltar at the head of 18,000 men, almost all Arabs, among whom were many representatives of the new aristocracy formed by the successors of Muhammad. They landed in the area of Algeciras in June of the year 712. Upon arriving in Spania, it would have been logical for Musa to head towards Toledo to meet with his lieutenant, but before reaching him, he wanted to demonstrate that he was still the powerful warrior who had completed and ensured the conquest of Morocco for Islam. He attacked and took control of Medina Sidonia, Carmona and Alcalá de Guadaira, later besieging Seville. The chroniclers do not agree on whether the city fell soon or if the siege continued for a few months; it is most likely that the resistance was weak, and the truth is that the Visigoth garrison ended up evacuating the city, taking refuge in Niebla.

Seville was an important city, taken with relative ease, which decided Musa to attack Mérida, which at that time hosted the main supporters of King Don Rodrigo. But here things were not so simple. The city resisted throughout the winter of 712 and could only be taken on June 30 of the following year. As in Toledo, Mérida contained great riches that added to the war loot of the Muslims. Musa was approaching Toledo and sent a message to Tariq to come out to meet him. An uprising had broken out in Seville and Musa sent his son Abd al-Aziz to suppress it, an opportunity that he took advantage

to conquer the important squares of Niebla, Beja and Ocsobona.

Tariq left to meet his boss and went down to Talavera where this meeting took place which, according to Arab historians, cannot be said to have had anything friendly. Musa reproached Tariq for his behavior with very harsh words and it seems that he even hit him.

And here there is a diversity of opinions about what Musa's next performance was. Some say that he headed towards Salamanca, crossing the Sierra de Francia, since it was believed that Rodrigo was taking refuge there after the disastrous battle of La Janda. According to this version, he found the last Gothic king, who offered tough resistance, near a town called Segoyuela de los Cornejos, defeated him and killed him. It is very possible that Rodrigo died in battle, but since his body was not found or could not be recognized, legends grew around him, and many of these legends suggest that he was saved and walked through those worlds trying to purge the “sin” of the loss of Spania. Other historians, and it is believed that this is what most closely corresponds to historical reality, say that from Talavera he headed towards Toledo and there Tariq gave him the great riches found in the city, among which were the treasures royals and the treasures of the churches. Musa installed himself as a true king, and even minted coins in the mint of the ancient Gothic kings. They were golden salaries on which the religious formula of the Koran about the only and merciful God had been engraved on one side and on the other it indicated that the salary had been

made in Spania, indicating the Christian year and the year of the hegira corresponding to the coinage.

Musa had to spend the winter from 713 to 714 in Toledo, enjoying everything that the royal city offered and considered it appropriate to send messengers to the caliph to inform him of the successes obtained against the Visigoths, as well as the conquest of the capital of the Kingdom. And at this time he took the opportunity to conquer Zaragoza, taken in the year 714. It seems that his intention was to continue towards Lleida, along the Roman road that linked Zaragoza with Barcelona, perhaps thinking of reaching Frankish lands, but when the messenger returned sent to the caliph al-Walid, interrupted his purposes. He and Tariq had to travel to Syria to present the results of their campaigns to the caliph. However, before leaving, Musa did not want to leave the Peninsula without first securing the conquest of the Cantabrian Mountains and the wide region that extended at its feet and which would later be called Old Castile. Tariq was ordered to follow the Roman road that advanced from Zaragoza through the upper Ebro valley. Meanwhile, Musa followed another ancient route that passed through the south of the Cantabrian lands. Tariq followed the orders he received and was lucky that the Aragonese count Fortún converted to Islam to preserve his possessions, an attitude that was repeated by many nobles, and also by many villains, so as not to have to pay taxes to Muslims. He continued towards the province of Burgos and took control of León and Astorga, plundering them. Musa, for his part, went up the right bank of the Ebro River; He reached Soria and the upper Duero valley, heading north towards Asturias, Oviedo and Gijón. The inhabitants of these areas fled to take refuge in the Picos de Europa mountain range, terrain

very abrupt, to protect themselves from those men arriving from the south. Musa was satisfied, and considered that the time had come to march towards the East.

Around the end of the year 714, Musa and Tariq left for Syria. Musa's lieutenant was his son Abd al-Aziz. The journey of the two conquerors of Spania is very legendary, since it is said that, in a kind of triumphal procession, they brought abundant riches for the caliph and many Gothic captives who aroused admiration and curiosity wherever they passed. It seems that they first landed in Qayrawan and then in Ifriqiya and, from there, to Syria, where they arrived shortly before the death of the Caliph al-Walid, in February 715.

Neither Musa nor Tariq would return to set foot on the land they had conquered. The new caliph, Sulayman, had no appreciation for Musa. He considered that his family was becoming too powerful, and it is not known whether murdered or a natural death, Musa died shortly after his arrival in Syria. Tradition says that all of Musa's sons, the one who ruled Spania, another who ruled in Tangier and a third who ruled Kairouan, suffered the same fate as their unfortunate father. As for Tarif ben Malluk, who had won so many victories in Spania, who enjoyed so many moments of glory, he ended his military career and his life in the East, in total anonymity, without the reward or laurels he deserved, as happens so many times throughout history.

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While I was gone

female spider

Reunions and being reunited is a good feeling after the feel of separation, that was something myla was experiencing right now. After being months away from friends and clan that meant so much, to her she was happy to be back with them once again. She was happy to see everyone alive and even after the big battle that happened. Now that battle was over it was time for recovery and planing for the future as the battle was not over.

myla " how many more exams do we need to do"

max " we are almost done we are just making sure you are okay"

myla " oh"

Scientist " you had bene with those rda jerks for to long we don't, know what they brainwashed you with or even if they took care of you properly"

myla " i was feed three meals a day and allowed outside well I was with the recoms, during most of the time but they were the better choice then the rda and the lady in changer"

Scientist 2 " yeah no"

myla " thought so"

norm " look here the deal once we are done here you are free to go, for the rest of the day no more exams"

myla " deal"

norm " good kiddo we are happy to have you back"

myla " really are you all saying that to make me feel better"

max " we mean it without you here it didn't feel that happy"

doctor " we enjoyed having you around and when you were gone, it felt like we had been down a member"

myla " happy to be back"

doctor 2 " well we are all done young lady .. oh"

norm " oh what let me see that" norm was looking at the pad along with there others, as myla sat there in the chair.

myla "is everything okay"

norm " yes we just need to look at this kid hey why don't you go play or explore"

myla " okay dad see you later bye everyone" myla had gotten off the chair and soon left the room right away. She had gotten a mask before she stepped outside into pandora.

myla " it seems like a sunny day"

???? " myla" she had heard her name getting called she soon look and saw kiro walking towards her., she had smiled making her way toward him.

myla " hey"

Kiro " I was wondering how much longer you will be in there"

myla " yeah I was in there for most of the day but I'm out now"

kiro " cool come on lets get going we have so much to caught up on"

myla " okay" myla had become friends with the other kids around here, very quickly which made her happy as well.

lo'ak " myla girl there you are we have been wondering where you have been"

myla " running some test with my dad and the others after being gone for so long"

neteyam " well it good you are here"

tsireya " will you like to come riding with us"

myla " yes I will love too"

kiro " cool you can ride with me"

tuk " no she can ride with me"

lo'ak " you are to small for her to ride with you tuk tuk"

tuk " aww no fair"

myla " it okay tuk tuk we can have some time together later on"

tuk " deal"

myla " good"

aonung " now lets see how the human girl myla can do when she living, in the ocean"

neteyam " she will surprise you if she can live in the forest and here with the rda she can handle anything pretty much"

myla " that is true"

lo'ak " how was that with the rda"

myla " i will explain later now come on lets have some fun" the group had nodded their heads and soon took off together, having some fun under the sun.

rotxo " wow you are very amazing myla I didn't know a human could keep up that easily"

myla " thank you" the girls are relaxing on the sand and enjoying the sun at the moment.

lo'ak " so what really happened when you had been off with your so called dead father and his pals"

aonung " wait the leader demon is your father how"

myla " yes he a copy of my birthfather but is now navi back from the dead .... it a whole thing"

aonung " umm"

tsireya " it hard to believe that person if your father you two are so different"

myla " everyone say I'm like my mother"

lo'ak " our mother says that a blessing that you came out like your mother and not like your father"

myla " yeah that a common saying among everyone" the group had stand at the beach a bit longer until, they had cleaned themselves off in the water and head back to the village.

Neytiri " children there are you a meeting has gather and you are all needed there"

neteyam " a meeting about what mother"

neytiri " a meeting about these rda and them have those dream walker demons" the kids said nothing else as neytiri had taken, them towards where the meeting was being handle.

Jake " myla"

myla " yes uncle"

Jake " we will need to ask you some question about the recoms and everything that happened"

myla " sure sir"

lo'ak " we wish to stay by her side father"

Jake " okay you can all stay close by"

tonowari " myła daughter of paz sorroco and norma spell man and tsu'tey you were with these demons is not true"

myla " yes I was with them I ahd gotten capture my fathers and clan did their best to save me but couldn't"

Tsu'tey " yes your father and Jake had mentioned at along with everyone else"

olo'eythan " you were there when village had been burned and were the only one who spoke up, against their actions towards us"

myla " yes I hated what they were doing and still hate what they have done"

olo'eythan " thank you" myla had nodded her head and soon looked back the group.

kiro " she is no trail for crimes not of her making"

Jake " no son she not on trail"

lo'ak " well it looks like trail"

Jake " ye you have a point there but we need to understand more of these demons"

neytiri " they are gone we have rid pandora of them"

myla " aunt neytiri I think they are still alive"

neytiri " what do you mean child"

myla " i don't think they are dead and even if they are dead they will just come back alive"

ronal " what do you mean girl"

max " yes myla tell us"

myla " well do you wish to hear everything or most of what happened"

tsu'tey " eveything my daughter" myla soon took a deep breath in and out and soon told her story to everyone as, they heard the words come out her mouth.

norm " that rda is crazy"

myla " yes"

max " they could have chips of anyone and bring them back alive like it nothing"

myla " yes it true they wish to have pandora as earth to gone to save, and brought back quaritch and his team to do that work for them"

doctor " when we thought giving a dad back from the dead, was enough issues to give you they place you in medicine to read your Brian waves"

y/n " yes but I had struggled to much it didn't work in the end, quaritch came to save me and offer me a deal if I help them learn I can leave the base and my cell"

Scientist " dad of year award"

ronal " wait this demon is her father ... how she nothing like him she deserves to be navi more then him"

Jake " his human body was her father and dead but now his back as navi, an might or might not be her dad"

myla " i don't know he kinda of said he not my dad when he navi"

lo'ak " that was nice way to handle the situation"

myla " I don't know who else they have on file to bring back to life, but it seems like the recoms are guessing themselves"

max " in all do respect how"

myla " well Quilty tripping form me and see how the rda was treating them, it make them question themselves at the end of the day"

tonowari " so those demons can still be out there and we don't know what will happen"

Jake " the only thing I say is we have to wait it out and make plans for any of their actions towards anyone" everyone seem to nodded their heads at Jake words.

Jake " you kids are free to go and myla done worry you are not in trouble"

myla " yes sir" the kids had been taken away by neytiri had been given some food by neytiri, everyone had told myla that everything will be good for her and they will do everything to make sure she stays safe. There had been so much that had happened to everyone after they had been separated. That the end of day everyone was happy to be together but they were going to get ready, for any upcoming battle in the future.

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through the hourglass 342. brb x oc

a/n:ugh my g od, this was the gif that RUINED me. (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“I got it!”

And Bea leaps to hit the ball, watching as it bounced heavily against the ground. She was proud of it, but her lower back immediately pulsated in pain, “Ow.” she whispers, rubbing the sore spot just in time for Shells to look over.

“You good?”

Beatrice winced, her hand still massaging the aching spot on her lower back. "Yeah, just a little twinge. I might have pushed myself a bit too hard there."

Carmen raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. "Getting old, Bea? Need a break already?"

Beatrice shot her a playful glare, trying to mask the discomfort with a defiant grin. "Getting old, my foot. It's called not warming up properly." and regretting it immediately.

Evelyn, catching wind of the banter, joined in with a chuckle. "Well, you two can argue about age later. Right now, let's focus on the game. We're not here for a spa day."

The gymnasium echoed with the sounds of bouncing balls, sneakers squeaking on the polished floor, and the occasional cheers from other teams practicing on adjacent courts. It was the first time they trained with other people there.

Carmen tossed the volleyball to Evelyn, who skillfully set it up for Beatrice. Despite the twinge in her back, Beatrice was determined to show that she still had the moves that had made their college team legendary.

As the ball sailed towards her, she adjusted her stance and launched into a powerful spike. The volleyball arced gracefully over the net, landing on the opposing side with a satisfying thud.

Nice.

Beatrice's successful spike had brought a sense of satisfaction, momentarily easing the discomfort in her lower back. However, she knew she had to be cautious to avoid aggravating the twinge further.

Evelyn retrieved the ball and tossed it back to Carmen, who set it for Shells then to Eliza. The team continued their practice, and as they played, Beatrice couldn't help but reflect on how different this experience was compared to their college days.

Back then, it was all about good fun, it was never serious after all Northride didn’t have a volleyball team. Now, it was a celebration of sorts?She had to admit that being called to play another game after four years was…interesting, and fun.

And a bit hurtful since she’s used on doing her yoga and taking care of the kids.

After a series of well-executed plays, Beatrice delivered a powerful serve that ricocheted off the opposing team's hands, scoring another point for their side. Shells whistled loudly, fist pumping to her best friend, “That’s my girl!”

Evelyn clapped her hands, a wide grin on her face. "Great job, Bea! We've still got it, don't we?"

Bea nodded, chuckling, wiping sweat from her forehead. "Hell yeah, we do.” she heaves out a breath, “I’m sweating more than a sinner in church.”

Evelyn, eventually called for a timeout. The group gathered near the sidelines, catching their breath and drink some water. Beatrice took the opportunity to stretch her back, hoping to alleviate the lingering twinge that had made itself known earlier.

Shells nudged her playfully. "Feeling the burn, Bea? Maybe you should consider joining me for some yoga sessions."

Beatrice chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I'd consider it if you did yoga.” she groans again, leaning her body backward and huffing, “Fuck.”

"You know," she said, a sly grin on her face, leaning back on her seat "I heard about this new trendy thing—hot yoga. Maybe that's what we need, Bea. A good sweat in a heated room, and you'll feel rejuvenated."

Beatrice shot her a playful glare. "Hot yoga? Are you trying to torture me? I already feel like I'm melting in here. Besides, I'm more of a cool breeze kind of person."

Evelyn chimed in, handing Bea a bottle of water. "Hot yoga or not, you're doing great out there. A little twinge won't keep you down."

Beatrice took a grateful sip from the water bottle, appreciating the encouragement. "Thanks, Ev. Now." she looks at Shells who still looked so pleased, “Whenever you mention anything that sounds remotely sexual I get worried.”

“It’s not sexual.” the blonde replies, ‘...it’s just…fancy.”

“Uh-huh. And I assume Bob loves it.”

Shells’ smile widened, “Oh he does. A lot, you should show Rooster some moves.”

Beatrice arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "You are assuming I didn’t already.” she says, “Besides, I don’t think Roos will like the idea, this week is about making him feel good…but tossing him in a sauna? No.”

Shells chuckled, giving Beatrice a playful shove. "You never know until you try, right? I swear, it’s, great.”

Evelyn, overhearing the conversation, joined in with her eyes latched on her phone, “Shells, you are being too horny, go call Bob or something, it’s grossing me out. " but she was smiling, “No, but really,I agree with Bea. I doubt I’d join something like that.”

Shells laughed, "Alright, alright, no more hot yoga talk. We've got a game to focus on, and I don't want to distract Bea with thoughts of sweaty Rooster in a sauna." She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly.

Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head because it was too late. "You're impossible, Shells. Let's get back in the game before we lose our momentum."

As they returned to the court, she rolled her shoulders and then her neck. The opposing team seemed determined to turn the tide, and the rallies became more intense. Evelyn's strategic serves kept the opposing team on their toes, thank God because the other team wasn’t being nice.

During a particularly challenging rally, Beatrice dove for a low spike, successfully returning the ball with equal strength. And then she feels it, her ankle the same she twisted years ago, twinged with pain, “Wait,wait,wait!” she holds up her hand “Pause! I gotta sit down!”

The gym fell into a momentary hush as Beatrice signaled for a break, wincing slightly from the twinge in her ankle. She made her way to the sideline, carefully lowering herself onto the bench.

"Bea, you okay?" Shells asked, her eyes scanning Beatrice's face for signs of distress. “What happened babes?”

She nodded, breathing through the discomfort. "Just a minor ankle twinge. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. Give me a moment."

“Is it the same foot?” she nods, “Damn,Ev-”

Evelyn handed her another bottle of water, her brow furrowed with worry as she crouches down to her foot. "You sure you should continue, Bea? We can sub you out for a bit."

Beatrice waved off the concern with a nervous smile. "No no no, I'm good. A little rest, and I'll be back in action!”

Ev’s brow went up, “You sure?”

Beatrice winced slightly as she flexed her ankle, testing its range of motion. "Yeah, I'm sure. I've dealt with worse. Just need a moment to let it settle, and I'll be back in the game. I can't let a little twinge ruin our momentum."

Shells sighed, crossing her arms. "You're stubborn, Bea, you know that?" then she turned to Eliza, “Liz, you are our nurse, can you check our little miss hardhead?”

Eliza nodded, then approached with a concerned expression, crouching down next to Evelyn. "Bea, let me take a look at that ankle. We don't want to risk anything."

Beatrice nodded, extending her leg for Eliza's examination. She winces a bit when Eliza moves it, clenching the bench with her lip between her teeth, “A-At least it happened during training and not in the game,right?”

“Hmmm…” Eliza frowns, “Yeah but this is the same one from before, it’s fragile. More prone to hurt, can you stand?”

Beatrice took a deep breath, steadying herself. With Eliza's support, she managed to stand up, putting a bit of weight on the injured ankle. The discomfort was still there, but she gritted her teeth, determined not to let it hinder her.

"Yeah, I can stand. It's sore, but I'll manage," Bea assured, giving Eliza a small smile. "I can't let the team down."

Shells, hands on her hips, gave Beatrice a stern look. "What?! Girl, shut up with all that, Evelyn tell her to stop!"

Evelyn chimed in, concern etched on her face. "She's right, Bea. We want you healthy. Let's not risk further injury." she says, “We’ll stop today and then you can go home, take care and return once you are better. If it’s too bad we can always cancel it.”

“But–”

“They’ll understand Bea.”

Beatrice sighed, glancing at the court where the game was on pause. She knew they were a team, and her well-being was crucial, but…"I appreciate the concern, really, but I can't just sit on the sidelines. Let me play a bit more, and if it gets worse, I promise I'll sub out," Bea pleaded, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Please Ev.”

Evelyn sighed,then turned to Eliza, “You think it’s good enough for her to go on?”

Eliza assessed Beatrice's ankle with a thoughtful expression. pursing her lips. "Well, it's not a severe injury, but it's definitely strained. If Bea feels up to it, she can continue, but she should be cautious and not push too hard. Ice it when you get home, Bea, and keep an eye on any swelling."

Beatrice nodded, standing up. "Thanks, Liz. I'll be careful, I promise."

Evelyn sighed, relenting a bit. "Fine, but I better not catch you pushing yourself too hard out there. We need you in top shape for the games ahead and Rooster would never forgive any of us if you got more hurt."

She grinned, relieved that she got the green light. "Deal. I'll be mindful of it. Promise.”

She adjusted her movements, testing the waters to gauge the strain on her ankle as they got back in the court. The game resumed, and she focused on playing strategically, avoiding unnecessary risks.

The rallies intensified, and the opposing team seemed eager to capitalize on any potential weakness. Beatrice, however, held her own, to the best of her ability. Despite the initial setback, teamwork remained formidable.

As the final set approached, Beatrice felt a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. The twinge in her ankle persisted, but she pushed through, unwilling to let it overshadow the game. But she noticed, as soon as they finished training, it was a bit harder to walk. “...well.” Shells mutters, “Ain’t that a pickle,need help?”

"Evelyn," she called out, gesturing towards Beatrice, "I think we need to take a closer look at that ankle. It seems worse than before."

Evelyn furrowed her brows, concern deepening. "Bea, time to go home.” she says, “Call Rooster and let him know you are coming. I’m sure he isn’t expecting it,but…”

Beatrice almost felt guilty.

No, this was his leave. He couldn’t worry…but she had to call him.

She dialed his number, and as the phone rang, her mind raced with thoughts of how to break the news without causing undue worry. Which,in reality, there were no other ways to do it.

"Hey, gorgeous!" Rooster's voice came through the line, warm and familiar. "How's training going?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before responding. "Hey, Roos. Training...well, it's been a bit eventful. Listen, I, uh, twisted my ankle again. Nothing too serious, but Eliza thinks it's best if I head home and rest."

There was a brief pause on the other end before Rooster's concerned tone filled the line. "Twisted your ankle? Are you okay? Do you need me to come pick you up?" she can hear him grabbing his keys already “Let me ready the kids–”

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at Rooster's immediate concern. "No, no, it's not that bad. Evelyn is here, and we'll manage. I just wanted to let you know since I’ll be home in a few minutes…”

Rooster sighed on the other end. "Bea, you don't have to tough it out. If you need me, I'll be there. I don't want you pushing yourself too hard, especially not now."

Oh her poor heart "I know, Roos. But I promise, it's not as bad as it sounds. Just a little twist. I'll take it easy and be home soon," Beatrice reassured him, glancing over at Evelyn, who was giving her an nod “Ev is taking me home.”

Rooster sighed audibly on the other end. "Alright, Bea.I’ll set everything here for you,okay?” he sighs again, “Baby I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

"I know, Roos. I don't like it either, but it's just a minor twist. I'll be fine, promise."

Rooster hesitated, his worry palpable even through the phone. "Alright, Bea. Just take it easy, and let me know if you need anything. I'll be counting the minutes until you're home."

"I will. Love you," she said, her voice softening.

"Love you too. Evelyn, take good care of her, okay?"

Evelyn, who had been listening to the conversation, nodded. "Don't worry, Rooster. I've got her. We'll be home soon."

With a final exchange of reassurances, Beatrice ended the call, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. Rooster had been looking forward to spending his leave without any worries, and here she was, disrupting the plans with a twisted ankle.

The gremlin voice giggled inside of her.

Evelyn looked back at her "You sure you're okay, Bea?"

"Yeah, just a bit sore," she replied, rubbing her ankle gently. "I appreciate you being here, Ev. I didn't want to ruin the day for Roos."

Evelyn smiled,. "Rooster cares about you. He'd rather know the truth and be there for you than have you push through the pain alone. You know that’s how he is, don’t you worry,alright?”

Beatrice sighed,hugging her arms as she limps close to Evelyn. "You're right. I just hope this doesn't mess up his plans for his leave." she frowns, “I hope.”

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Hiiii congratulations for 400!!!

For the game could you do Lee!Aqua and Ler!Ruby or Miyako (the pink haired lady who takes care of them.) ((Yes I had to google her name))

Sometimes Aqua makes such scary expressions, they've really got to make him lighten up!

Thank youuu, and the game really is so fun! I'm enjoyed everything you write for it, even though I don't even watch some of the shows! You're just that good!

Hi Anons!

Ahhh, I was really excited to write something for Aqua cuz I love his vibes huehuehuehue also ruby really does give off the impression that should tickle him out of the blue just to mess with him hehehe

I feel like I was a bit unfair with Aqua on the poll, tho, but oh well, he deserves it ~

So, shall we see how this one will turn out? ~

Aqua looked away, his lips curling into an awkward smile as he tried to avoid eye contact with his twin sister as much as possible. Slightly shifting his position on the couch, he couldn’t help but to grow more and more nervous as Ruby kept intensely staring at him.

“So?” She insisted, her voice making Aqua jolt in place. Ruby pouted, getting impatient at her brother’s silence.

“W-well,” he muttered, still trying to figure a way to avoid the topic as much as possible or to, at least, put his answer in a mild way. If it was any other person, Aqua wouldn’t have problems turning them down, no matter what the offer was. But as for Ruby… specially when she resorted to such a direct approach.

“‘Well’? Just say it already!” The girl snapped, sitting back for a moment while looking at Aqua with serious, piercing eyes.

Shivering in place, he sighed. If he knew she planned to corner him like this, he would have already prepared an excuse beforehand. “Ahm… I think I won’t have time, you know, my schedu-”

“Nuh-uh,” she interrupted, grinning, “I already checked and you don’t have any recordings scheduled for this week.”

“But I told the director I’d hel-”

“Yesterday you told us he doesn’t have any project currently going on and that he is just discussing some ideas,” Ruby’s grin grew even larger, leaning forward, “come on, it’s just a dance practice, you can even wear a mask!”

“I don’t dance, Ruby,” Aqua sighed, placing one hand on his sister’s shoulder and gently pushing his back, trying to recover some of his personal space.

“And that’s the point of a dance practice!” She insisted, holding his arm as she cornered him again against the couch, “I need some new content to post! And Kana doesn’t want to do it!”

“T-then why do I have to? I’m not even in your grou-”

“Because you are my dear twin brother and you’d do anything for your beloved sister.”

“...I wouldn’t put it like that,” Aqua chuckled, but instantly regretted his words as it seemed to have sparked something inside Ruby. Something dangerous.

“Aqua…” Her grip around his arm tightened, the annoyance in her voice was clear. Uh oh.

“Ruby, I ca-”

“As your sister, I also know a lot of stuff other people don’t,” she said, sounding a little too threatening for her brother’s taste, “stuff about you, brother.”

Those words triggered and brought some of Aqua’s childhood memories back to his mind. One, in particular, when he found out that his new body was more sensitive than his previous one.

“Ruby, d-dohOHON’T!” He protested, letting out an embarrassing high pitched laugh as his sister reached for his side, squeezing it mercifully. Her other hand, previously holding his arm, was already trying to find its way to his ribs while all Aqua could do to fight the tickling back was press his arms down. “Plehehease! No tihihickling! Ahaha! Stohohop!!”

“Stop?” Ruby spoke, a clear smug both in her tone and in her face. She wiggled her fingers, breaking her brother’s facade into a puddle of boyish laughter.

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