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cinnbar-bun · 3 years

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Diluc Finding Out S/O Had Their Vision Taken

A/n: spoilers for Genshin Act 2, I just my fave cuz.,,, big love for him. Also angst. Reader is not the traveler!!

He is not one to harp on you or tell you where you need to go or what you should do. He trusts you fully. You are his lover, and as such, he puts his complete faith in you. You are strong, brave, and kind. Surely nothing too grave could happen?

As much as he tries to delude himself with detached statements of how you’ll be fine, he does worry. Sometimes he worries about what would happen if he couldn’t help you.

Work and business keeps you both preoccupied, and many times you both would be estranged for many days- perhaps even months- at a time.

But he tries to assure himself. You were his most trusted spy and intelligence agent, and you are his lover now. You are more than capable of handling anything.

You informed him you would be joining the Traveler on their journey to Inazuma. You had become attached to the poor thing after helping them a few times, and you felt it invaluable to learn about the situation in the closed off Land of Eternity.

He knew of the dangers. You knew of the risks. He wanted so bad to tell you to forget that place. To tell you it was pointless, unnecessary, absolutely worthless compared to the utter horror you would have to face.

But he held his tongue. He was a man of few words, instead pressing a kiss against your forehead and hanging his ring around your neck on a chain. You did the same back. A reminder you both were connected, no matter how far.

He expected rough travels and perhaps a few scars coming back. He expected new information, your smiling face and tired yawn over how exhausting the trip was.

What he didn’t expect was to see Paimon and the traveler return to Mondstadt with anxious expressions on their face.

“Traveler. Paimon. Is something the matter? Where is (Y/n)?” He asks. His heart beats quicker. God. Please. Don’t let his nightmares be true.

“Well… you see…” the traveler begins. They can’t face him.

“Hehe… it’s um, a super funny story. Haha, you’d never believe it. Almost as much as believing that (Y/n) got their vision stolen!” Paimon awkwardly added.

“Paimon-!” The traveler hissed, frowning at them and Paimon covered her mouth.

“I mean! Um! It’s not that bad!! At least they’re alive… right?” Paimon tried to fix her slip up but Diluc couldn’t hear a thing.

“They… what?” He can’t believe it.

“It’s best you see for yourself.” The traveler took Diluc to the bar where you were sitting, a drink in hand as Kaeya and Venti were trying to tell a terrible joke.

Your eyes were faded. Dead. You looked like a zombie, a hollow shell of the person he loved. You did not smile, you did not even look at the two trying to get any sort of emotion out of you. Just as Paimon said, your vision was gone.

“Do you mind…? Please leave me. I have a terrible headache.” You murmured.

Diluc walked towards you, and Kaeya and Venti knew better and stood aside.

“(Y/n)?” He asked, unsure if this was truly you. He swallowed his pride. “My love?”

It was the first time he had ever publicly said something like that. Your relationship was shrouded in mystery and kept quiet beyond a few people.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You asked.

His heart shattered. He couldn’t talk, couldn’t even form a sentence to respond to what you asked. Please be a cruel, sick joke. Please tell him this was a lie and that-

“I don’t remember ever meeting you. Actually, I don’t really remember anything. This young adventurer over there and their floating partner has taken me here, saying I was from here but… truly I can’t recall a thing. It’s all a haze.”

“I’m sorry. I must have mistaken you for someone else.” Diluc said. He stared down before he quickly walked out of the tavern, slamming the door behind him.

How was he supposed to react? How was he supposed to act with you knowing you remember nothing about him? Nothing about the two of you and all you’ve done?

He cursed the gods and everything around him. If this was their idea of a joke, he did not find it funny. Time after time, everything he loved was taken from him. Was he ever allowed to be happy and love, knowing he was cursed?

“How could he say that?! What a jerk! Who does that to someone they love?” Paimon angrily huffed.

The traveler nearly followed him out the bar before Kaeya placed a hand on their shoulder.

“Be gentle with him. He’s hurting incredibly bad. I know him very well, and he may not admit it but he’s truly heartbroken. I don’t want to hurt him more so… take care of him for all of us, okay?”

They nodded before catching up with the young lord.

“Diluc! Please! Wait-!”

“Leave me alone, traveler. I have work to complete.”

“Please-“

“This has been a complete waste of my time. I will not ask again for you to leave me alone. I do not wish-“

“I’m sorry!” They shouted, tears streaming down their face as they sobbed loudly. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

He stopped walking. He stood still for a few moments as the traveler cried and begged for forgiveness.

“You’re sorry? Sorry for what has happened to them? Truly?”

“Huh?” The traveler looked up to see Diluc clench his fists tightly.

“You think sorry will fix this? You think sorry will give back their vision, their memories, their ambitions? You think sorry can help them remember what had happened to them?”

“I-“

“You’re wasting your breath. Save it. I do not wish to hear anymore. It’s not me you should be apologizing to. You took their life. Not mine.” He glared coldly. He walked away, leaving the traveler alone as his figure slowly grew smaller.

He goes home and immediately reads the letters you sent him. Whether they were business or personal, he kept them all.

Diluc came across one letter. One that changed your relationship forever.

“I love you, Diluc. Nothing will ever stop me from coming back to you and being by your side.”

He couldn’t control himself now. His eyes watered as all his feelings burst like a dam.

God, he should be grateful you were alive. Why couldn’t he be content knowing you were back here?

The tears fell onto the letter, dampening and smudging the ink on the old paper.

Why did this hurt worse than anything ever before?

In an instant, he grabbed a match and lit it up, placing it near the letters and setting some of them aflame. Watching the letters burn sent him spiraling.

‘My lord’ ‘I love you’ ‘great news’ ‘I have been thinking of you’

The words flashed in his head before he threw them to the ground and stomped out the flame. Many were charred and burned, and he crumbled to the ground.

God. Why? Why did it have to be you? Why did it have to happen? Why did you go? Why didn’t he just say anything to keep you here?

#genshin impact #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #diluc #angst #genshin impact x reader #long post #vision hunt decree

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alberivh · 3 years

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devotion (ROYAL AU) — pt.1 : realization.

Butler! Diluc X GN!Reader . Royal! childe (as supporting character), butler! Kaeya (supporting cast ; in pt2 story line)

contains : heavy angst, comfort/hurt, isolation, arranged marriage, major character death, mentions of blood, injuries, execution, abusive relationship, abandonment, ‘consumption’, false accusation, blades

summaries : arranged marriage has always been one of your family ruthless tradition. You were allowed to love them you couldn’t reach, yet the feeling of being abandoned once and for all by those who you truly treasured was more than numbness could ever describe. Diluc who’s your lover need to accept this tradition, yet he, himself need to get his life down for your future sake.

A/N : thank you for 100 followers!! It has been a wild ride since i’ve just joined this community. Thank you very much and as a rewards, here’s a token of heavy angst for y’all. I have a really bad writing block right now, so this might took more than you think hehe. So once again, thank you very much! ( i actually hate this, tyvm)

“Your majesty…please allow me to hold y—“

“No. I simply do not have time for people pleaser, please let yourself be out from here..” , you cursed your future-husband out of from your bounties. It startled all of the maids and butlers in your room, it even make your somewhat-fiancé looked awful. You were pissed by him, by the structure of his eyelids, the heavy breathe from who-knows-where and many more part of him you don’t even want to recognize.

There’s no reason to deny that you hate this, all of this, Known as the maiden of the family, you were nothing but their only pry. It pissed you, it really does. How come you are holding the throne at the age of 25? Aren’t you supposed to check your garden instead taking all of your well-behave throne and the awful arranged marriage your family has made? No? What an unlucky person you are, the butlers thought.

“Diluc please guide master tartaglia to the upfront door, i have no intention to see him now. If you already had brought him downstairs, get back to my resident immediately.”

“this is the main reason why everyone despis—“

“Please leave Immediately. My master have no further interest to speak with you, master tartaglia.” Diluc shouted your internal response to the group of scums in front of your sight. He heard enough of this small talk your future-husband has been talking about. Diluc wasn’t jealous, he was simply too disturbed with your disgusted face everytime tartaglia walks around your residence. just how much pressured you had been under to make you act so ruthless in front of the man you’ll called husband in no time?

he silently observing him down the hall. Not wanting to have a talk with a scum like him, he avoid any sights of his ‘particular’ interest. After all, in his eyes, tartaglia doesn’t deserve any part of you. He acts too normally, there diluc suspicion of your fiancé grown. There must be something behind his motive. Tartaglia have recognize diluc’s gaze for a while now. Though, he pretend none of those bothering suspicion triggered his rage. And so, he fired him up with a quick straightforward awareness. Or as the citizen say, A threat.

“mr. Butler..stop loving my future partner or tomorrow you’ll have the consequences..got it? And do not touch them..i’ve warned you when you were alive, i like my future partner to be a virgin ins—“

“master tartaglia i have no relationship with the majesty, how come you assume such a thing from a humble butler like me? I was just simply following orders, hope you could understand, master tartaglia.” , answering his rage. Tartaglia found his emotion drains wild. It look like those bothering emotions he hide finally show diluc their true intention to spoiled you. Diluc’s eyes met your fiancé terrifying visions, the murderous aura in it explains his true intention. Diluc could only plea inside, let my majesty be safe.

“don’t you dare say anything to your master, mr butler. My partner has been mine all along, stay away from our relationship or tomorrow would be your last day…”

“Though, i simply wouldn’t mind, ajax.” , he gurantees tartaglia’s eyes.

The night came. the breeze flew through your open windows, leaving chills through your spine. it was an unsurprisingly beautiful night, you quoted. Diluc was preparing your bed, as you humm through the southed area of your room. The melodical sound of your humming have always soothes his grudge from afar. It was always been his favorite sound.

“ your majesty, the bed has been done. You may rest peacefully now..so please excuse m—“

“Diluc…stop making it seems like i’m the only one who loved you..just stay here, i missed you a lot..” , in a sudden your arm was attached to his body, his dirty and ordinary body. You embraced him so tightly, as if diluc were going to some place you wouldn’t want him to cross. You were scared of losing him. You don’t want any of this marriage, you don’t want tartaglia to even acknowledge your presence. You just want diluc to stay by your side, even if you both have considered how selfish it is.

You clunge onto his chest, pressing gentle kiss on his cheeks. Not wanting him to leave nor to leave you behind. So desperate of you to feel this way.

“you’ve been doing great darling,i’m proud of you..”

“please stay like this for a while, i love you. So please, don’t go..don’t go..” , diluc watch your flattering smile turns into a small-sobs, it cracks him, he doesn’t want to let you go either. He was simply following your fiancé awareness, he doesn’t want anyone to harm you, even if it meant for you to see him in agony. Diluc Carries your figure into your bed in return, not wanting to bare any of his emotions. Feelings are fragile and so do he. giving soft and gentle kisses to your forehead as he wiped your tears, whispering a ‘goodnight’ before he left you again. If he was being honest, he wants to be more selfish, he wants to be with you, forever.

“hmm..i’ll be waiting for you, goodnight my beloved..”

“What’s with the inconvenience…?” The loud atmosphere greet you with chills. What time is it? You don’t even know. All you know is the sunrise have yet to grown out from the wave of the clouds. but why must all of your maids gather themself on your room, something important? But why must them gather at the edge of dusk..? Did your mother fucked up again? But actually, what happened?

At the same time, you mumbled a form of question. Where’s diluc? You asked yourself.

“Y-Your majesty! d-diluc have now been courted by the queen, i-i don’t know what happened but please stay put i shall help you! Yes! I-i—“ courted? In sudden, you dropped your glasses. The broken piece of the glasses shard scarred your leg. It was painful, but you didn’t care. The blood shed of your scars leave the carpet of your resident turn into a red motives of blood. What did diluc do to make himself courted by your own mother? All he did was to love me, mother. The maid beside you were in all panics, trying to brag your arm from leaving the room. Although you declined the embrace of it, you were still running in pain, it made the maids panics turn into vomits.

Rushing through the open corridor of your resident in sweats and blood shed, You found diluc. His hands tied with a rope, a slight red bruises covered his face. He was Courted by your mother because of an unknown letter that has been sent to the queen herself, it was dumb for her to court an innocent person like him. Though, at last, you found yourself screaming his name. The pain which hold onto your consciousness leave your body in a second. diluc was aware of this, Everything. His hands wanted to touch you and lead you to rest. but he couldn’t, the execution would be in front of his eyes in no time.

“you did harm my child don’t you? Look at those blood on their legs! How come a butler like you harmed my precious child..?! They are unconscious because of you filthy butler. Know your degree, h—“

“you abuse them, your highness. You abuse them, ever since their father die, you abandoned them and break them to pieces. How come you only care about them dying when their time to hold the throne came? They were dying because of you, those consumption they witness are all because of you. And you dare to tell me what to do when all i did was just to love them?!” He quoted every single words you wish you could say to your mothers face. You wished you have the audacity to tell her the truth, yet your weak body refuse it’s urge to make diluc out of the execution lines. I’m sorry, i’m really sorry.

silence fill the room. You were laying in pain, as you heard diluc’s defense and your mother’s lies. You realized once more, you were nothing to them. Just a pry for the throne. none of the guards have pitied you either, they are too focused on never-letting diluc’s eyes or hands meet your figure in this state of time. Those scarred glasses on your legs have made you lose too-many bloods, it scared diluc. After all, as a lover he is, he has devoted himself to protect you in all cost. let them be safe and take me away. It’s his last hope for you to stay awake for him.

“no execution needed. I have no reason to pay attention to fools like you. so isolation it is. This is all because of you, my child is dying and you’re the one at fault. Noticed how they haven’t even called your name again? They died because your lack of responsibility.” , spitting her mucus in diluc’s knees. You could barely saw diluc chills which you usually saw in his eyes. He’s about to cry..you think.

“Guards, please take my child away and let them rest in their bed. And so for this butler, put him in the isolation room, make sure to let him eat only once in a day, understood? Ah..don’t let my child see him, i don’t want them to see an abuser like him crawling out their life’s on my window.” , orders from your mother are none to first. They couldn’t be disobey and you understand them. You understand how ruthless it is, you understand it. But why must diluc? Why him? You saw the sight of him, blades are all over his neck. For what reason actually? To let him never see you again.

carried by the guards to your room and diluc was gone from your vision. He is not wrong, your highness. So why must those who loved me left my side, mother? Why won’t these bruises you add to my flawless skin never leave me? Is it because i’m a procession of your own sin? It was a cursed to fall in love with those you could barely reach.

PART 2 : COMING SOON

this is shitty, really shitty in fact. Though, thank you very much for reading this. Part 2 will come soon, if i had some energy to write the readers mother personality without getting pissed off. But anyways, see y’all soon at part 2 <3

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razorblade180 · 3 years

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Interdimensional Moms: intro

[The complete Interdimensional dads here!]

Team RWBY finds themselves sitting at a table. All of them are middle age but vary in appearances that aren’t strange to an average stranger by any means, but different from what they are used to seeing from one another. For starters was Weiss. Her three friends had never known her to have shoulder length hair, or a horizontal scar underneath the one they’ve always noticed. Something about her eyes seemed...different. Brighter. As if they were infinitely dancing. Weiss’s eyes, they hid no emotions. The only thing more surprising was the fact she was wearing faded jeans and a white shirt with her symbol in black on it. Nobody said anything, but Weiss in jeans was somehow equally as gorgeous. Yang was slightly salty about it.

Blake’s eyes weren’t like Weiss’s, but they weren’t the usual stern but hopeful ones they all loved dearly. Blake looked relaxed. Like, wake up Saturday morning to watch tv and get cereal, kind of relaxed. The top of her long hair pulled into a bun while the back flowed freely. Despite her eyes, her clothes was ready for action. In fact, it looked like her dad’s clothes, with the way the royal purple coat flowed to white, puffy ends. And obviously, a shirt. Weiss could notice the subtle grays in the raven black hair and the women’s hands and face were healthy, but noticeably slimmer. A clear sign that she either had gotten sick, or her job had gotten to her once or twice. Maybe that’s why she looked relaxed? A similar chain of events happened with Winter.

Yang didn’t look too different. Except for Blake, who was awe struck. Yang to her was different, but also very much how she used to look back when they all journeyed together. Slight lines were under the bruisers eyes that resembled Raven’s. Her favorite coat that went with her bike was a little worn and Yang had noticeably gotten even buffer. Her muscles and beauty radiating with such vitality. Yang always burned bright like an inferno, but this was different. She smiled awkwardly at her team as they looked at her. A sublet chuckle escaped her and confirmed Blake’s feeling. This Yang was different, and felt like the sun itself.

Yang looked towards Ruby and was left speechless. All of them were. Out of the four, it was Ruby that had changed the most. To Yang, it was like seeing Summer. There was just this overwhelming presence that cake from her sister. They all noticed the long hair that went down her right shoulder and stunning black and red corset. The skirt dropped right past her knees. Her legs dawned black pantyhose with roses along them and Weiss couldn’t look away from the ruby red heels. The signature cloak was still with her of course. Silver eyes shined bright and a raised brow arched as she too was confused by the familiar, yet different faces. Still, Yang and the others were still soaking in her appearance. No scars, ruffled her, tired eyes, or even an overly goofy expression. Ruby Rose, looked like a fairytale come to life. Not only that. Between her youthful yet clearly mature appearance, the others felt something greater. The dream they were told by heart countless times by their leader. The romanticized vision of being a huntress, a hero, this Ruby had grabbed that dream truly with both hands. They just knew it.

Ruby:Ummm hello?

WBY:Hey....

Ruby:So uh, umm, what? What is happening here? I’m not the only person thinking something is off, right?

Blake:You’re not. But the question is....

Yang:What the hell is “off” to begin with?

Weiss:I think that’s us? Also, where exactly are we?

The void.

Yang:Who said that!?

No one important me. Consider me a operator. I could say a god, but that’s way too much considering I’ll do anything.

Weiss:Sounds like a god to me. Okay, give us the long and short of it. We’ll figure it out.

RBY: (We will?)

What you’re wittinessing is a meeting of team RWBY, but flipped on its side. Different universes, different outcomes, similar people, different endgames. Including kids. Discuss and have fun. That’s all. Think of it as a reunion that was never meant to be. Catch up, learn.

Weiss:Well then, can’t say I’m not interested. It’s not the craziest thing in the world.

Blake:It isn’t!? Why is this happening?

.......

Yang:I think he left.

Ruby:Well that’s about as long and short as you can get I suppose. Still...what!? Different universes?

Weiss:Considering the way you’re dressed, I believe it.

Ruby:What does that mean!?

Yang:Yeah she’s right. Look at you, all womanly. Last time I checked, my sister beautiful, but not rivaling me in the hips department. Which brings me back to what I just heard. Kids?

Ruby:Yeah?

Yang:Weiss, Blake, you too?

BW:Yeah?

Yang:Definitely different universes. Last time I checked, the only mama bear on team RWBY is me.

Blake:Last time I checked, you were single and alone.

Yang:WHAT!? Why would I be single!?

RW:....You mean you don’t kids together?

BY:Why would we have kids together?

RWBY:......

Ruby:Wow, I didn’t even think a sentence like that could exist. Guess alternate worlds do exist.

Weiss:And apparently infinite if you two aren’t shacking up.

Yang:Since when does Weiss Schnee day “shacking up?” Since when do you wear pants!?

Weiss:They’re cheaper to maintain. Why wouldn’t- oh my goodness. How do you usually see me!? What am I doing?

RB:You run your company.

Yang:The best Atlas huntress to ever exist.

Weiss:...So I was never broke?

RBY:YOU WERE WHAT!?

Blake:Okay, let’s take a step back. Clearly the differences really do vary. That’s all well and good but before all of that I wanna know why us for specifically? That doesn’t seem at random, does it?

Yang:Four out of infinity? I mean I’d just close my eyes and pick.

Ruby:Now that, that’s on brand for you. Hehe, I guess some things never change?

Blake:Yeah but it has to be more than just personality, right.

Weiss:Hey, we’re all wearing wedding rings.

They looked at each other’s hands. Each girl had a jewel that matched their color over a beautiful golden band that had different, yet similar engravings on it. Too similar. There’s no way the same store just happen to do it in every universe. However, was it crazy to think the shopkeeper was given similar instructions on the rings if it was the same person who asked for jewelry? Like Ruby said, somethings never change, and an idea like ring designs as endearingly cheesy as this brought only one face to mind.

RWBY:....

Blake:On three. One....two....

RWBY:I married Jaune A-.......

Yang:Well, clearly we all have amazing taste in men. *smiles*

RB:That’s insane!

Yang:Why? That’s not too crazy.

RB:You liking men is

Weiss:Why? She’s bi.

Yang:Actually....yeah, I guess so. Given my history- how do you know that!?

Weiss:Because I know you, dunce! You’re an openly sexual person that never misses an opportunity to anybody’s head spin, before teasingly going over to Blake and kissing her. Just so people know you’re off the market.

Yang...

Yang:That’s pretty fucking great.

Ruby:And still on brand.

Blake:.....

Yang:Well then. I guess we have a lot to talk about. Sheesh, Jaune Arc. Gotta admit, it’s crazy knowing he’s gotten so much attention. How scandalous.

Weiss:You make it sound like cheating?

Blake:I do feel that a little.

Ruby:Yeah, not a fan. But...losing to you three is understandable. Bittersweet, but I get it.

Yang:You didn’t lose though! You, the one right here, is married to him!

Ruby:All I’m saying is if it was up to me, our love would transcend space and time.

WBY:(Dummy, in a way, it does.) Ruby, you’re really greedy, you know that right?

Ruby:Huh!? Hey, what’s that all about.

Her teammate all looked at each other. They didn’t have to say anything. A single glance was enough to know they were on a similar page. Oh yes. Ruby Rose was definitely greedy, and hilariously adorable whenever she got picked on. They all laughed as this familiar Rose grew red with embarrassment and pouted. The more things change, the more they stayed the same. A reunion that was never meant to be. Yeah, it was gonna be a blast.

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby lancaster #rwby whiteknight #rwby knightshade #rwby dragonslayer #rwby au #the void

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fandomtrxsh19 · 3 years

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So, when I read ACOSF, I made kind of play by play notes as a listened to it( I read the audiobook) so.........here’s the chaos

HEAVY SPOILERS FOR ACOSF!!

CASSIAN SAID FUCK

WHOA there’s a LOT of swearing in this

“It’s SEVEN in the morning gods damn it” -nesta archeron

OVERSIZED SHIRTS FOR THE WIN

Feyre and Rhys have 5 houses? Not surprised...

full, inviting breasts......BIG BOOBS OMG CASSIAN YOU HORNY SON OF A BITCH

7 siphons to keep his magic under control? Dayum

So, she rode this unnamed male like a fucking roller coaster?

Depression sex? Depression sex

“Her father was ashes in the wind” DAMN THATS EDGY

“A moment of release among the darkness inside her” NESTA BBY THIS ISNT HEATHY

“She avoided both of them” not surprised

OOOOH RHYS HATES HER TEA IS BEING SPILT

So, depression sex and depression alcohol? Yup

*checks chapter count* 80 CHAPTERS??!?! Oh shit this is gonna be a triiiip

OOOOOOOOO RHYS AND NESTA BEEF

Feyre trying to apologize to nesta........she’s trying

“You’re done, Nesta” The fuuuuuck.....

So, nesta’s moving and training with cassian...........Feyre, this isn’t a good idea omg

Feyre holy shit what the fuck are you doing, you TOTAL HELICOPTER SISTER?

“I never want to speak to you again!” damn

ELAIN TRAUMA!!! Yay???

MOR FOCUSED CHAPTER!!!?

she has brown eyes? Ok

FUCK SHES WEARING A BLUE DRESS FUCK

nesta knows about mor NESTA KNOWS ABOUT MOR!!!

“I am worthless and I am nothing. I hate what I am.” DAYUM I’ve been in that exact mindset numerous times. I can relate, Nesta

Briallen? Who the fuck is that?

Scars being trapped in magic? Good fuck that’s dark

“Ooh a dark skin character? Lit

OH SHIT SHE CANT FLY HER WINGS ARE CLIPPED

Is her name Emery?

“I am the monster your fear” BBY OMG GET THERAPY

Gwyn? Seems a bit aloof

“Two gentle conversations” GOOD JOB

Fairy lights omg lol

Nesta reading smutty books.....I’m imagining this omg

THE HOUSE IS ALIVE? Sweet

OMG ELAIN SHIT!!!! BBY

“All she wanted to do was touch him” OOOOOHHHHH NESSIAN

“All I need is a hot meal and a good book.” Mood

Nesta’s worried about Mor??? REEEEEEE

“Nesta needed Feyre more than she realized.“ OOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOO FAE BARGANS

They’re bound by magic on the body?? Ooh

IT’S TRAINING TIME BITCHES

“I don’t hate you too,Cassian” OMGGGGGG REEEEE

Nesta SMILED

THEY MENTIONED VALKYRIES!!!!!

“You might be my only friend.” HMMMMMMM

*hears how cassian was born * OMG HOLY SHIT CASSIAN

*hears cassians backstory* DAMN THESE CHARACTERS NEED THERAPY

OOP SLIGHT DEPRESSION SEX

OOP CLOTHING REMOVAL

“I’ve loved you since the first moment I held you in my arms.” HMMMMMMMM

I’m loving this Nessian sparring training.

ELAIN! SHES IN THE STORY KIND OF

Elain has small boobs........same

“I thought I would drop by to see how you were doing.” AWWWWWWWWW

Yayy.....awkward sister talks........

“She was the monster.” Nesta.............I can relate.

Nesta’s angry at Elain.............

Elain’s trying to reach out and Nesta’s denying it.

MY HEART

AGAIN...THE👏RA👏PY👏

“No more seeing her sisters without her permisson.” That’s smart.

Soooooooooo......Rhys is now a German Shepard.........?

OMG CASSIAN KILLED EVERYONE THAT HELPED KILL HIS MOM........good for him

“Use that training and make me.” OOOOOOOMGGGGGG

Rhys is overprotective of Feyre and shields her......daaaaaaaaaaaaamn

“What exactly happened in the cauldron?” FEYRE BAD IDEA BAD IDEA BAD IDEA

Again, Nesta, ✨THERAPY✨

Put a stop to what, D-does the IC know of the ✨depression smut?✨

“There was touching, but with her permission” WE 👏STAN 👏A KING👏

THAT ASKS👏FOR👏CON👏SENT👏

“Who do you think I am?” “A drunk fool who’s wasting my time?” OOOOOOOHHHHH SHOOTS FIRED!!!

Emery and Nesta to Emery’s cousin: GO HOME YOUR DRUNK ASSHOLE

*hears Nesta’s grand✨mama✨* me: grandmama, it’s me....ANASTASIA

Bruh...NESTA BIT CASS’S EAR

ugh the tool

“Baby making” hehe lol

“Nesta like gwyn”...............could she also be biiiiiiiii??????????!!!!!! YAY FIRST FRIEND IM PROUD OF YOUUUUU

NESTA SMILES AGAIN YAY!!

Alright, Meryl is BITCH

GWYN’S A QUARTER NYMPH?? Cool

“She’s failed everything.” BBY

HER POWERS? HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT SILVER FLAMES

ICY FIRE??? FUUUUUUUUUCK

Nesta must’ve been petrified being surrounded by fire

It’s a dream? THE FUCK

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT SHE WAS DREAMING????

Cassian saw HER TRAUMA?????? FUUUUUUCK

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HER POWER IS DEAAAAATHH FUUUUUUCK

THE BABY HAS WIIIIINGS!!!!!!

Why is Rhys angry about the wing thing?

Ohhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiit the tool

*hearing the possibilities of half Illyrian baby* OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUCK OMG

“I loved it when you fucked my mouth cassian?” GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH NEEESTAAAAA THIS ISNT HEALTHY

“What could go wrong?” DONT JINX IT

fairy monsters? OHOHOHOOOO

NONONONOOOOOO NOT AN ASH ARROW

BLACK EYES???? Fuck fuck are they in the cauldron?

OMG THE KELPIE IS DOING SHIT TO NESTA!!! Are they on the cauldron?

the MAAAAAAASK

ohOOOOOOOMGOMGOMGOMG SHE SUMMONED THE FUCKING DEAD REEEEEEEEEEE

Omg NESTAS POWERS ARE SO FUCKING COOL

She LITERALLY HAS AN UNDEAD ARMYYYYY

death HERself........badass

“Because you and cassian has been giving each other sultry looks all morning” SHE KNOWS

“For the first time in her life, she finally felt good in her own skin.” GROWTH

Omg Nesta created a swooooord!!!!! Cool

ITS INFUSED WITH MAGIC??? HELL YEAH

“I can’t lie to her!” SIIIIIIIMP

“I’d be careful when fucking her.” Oh amren

FUUUUUUCK FUCK BOOOOOOOOO TAMLIN

“You will not touch us.” YES TELL HIM

“I can’t believe Feyre ever loved tamlin.” ME TOO

“Elain saw everything Nesta did.” Daaaaaaaaamn

OOOOOOOO NESTAS PIIIIIIIISSED

OOOOOOOOOOO SECRETS FEYRE’S PIIIIIIISED

Nesta messed up and I think she realizes that

Rhys is pissed now and wants to kill Nesta....SHIIIIIIIT

Nesta: heads for a tavern me: NONONONONO GODS DAMN IT YOU’VE COME SO FAR

“I will fight for him. For us. Until I can’t anymore.” FEYRE IS GONNA BE A GREAT MOM

“Wishing to disappear into nothing.” I’ve been there.

“Cassian knew Nesta hated herself, but didn’t know how sometimes she wanted to unexist.” I RELATE TO THAT SHIT

“She had been born wrong.” AWWWWW BBY SHIIIIIT

“Was she worth being counted?” I CAN RELATE

*hearing Nesta blaming herself for her fathers death and for the horrible things she’s done, saying she can’t fix it* SHIT IM CRYING (I’m not joking)

“ I deserve nothing.” I CAN RELATE BITCH IM ACTUALLY CRYING

*hears Cassian calmly reassuring and comforting her* AWWWWW I NEED THIS QUOTE

CASSIAN CARES SO MUCH FOR HER I LOVE THIS

(I really needed that cassian talk. I literally wrote most of the quote down just in case. Thank you SJM)

EMERY CAN SENSE THE SEX HOLY SHIT

“After he’d fucked her with her fingers...” O NONONONOOO

*skips to chapter 52*

Lanthis??? Who the fuck is that?

“Gwyn and Emery are my friends” SHES GROWN SO MUCH!!!

26 dimensions? OH THIS IS SOME DOCTOR STRANGE SHIT

IT CANT BE KILLED

cassian and Nesta really went *yeet* .......... I’m sorry

THE SWORDS NAME IS ADORAXIA!!!!!!!!!!!sounds like a dnd character IDEAS

OHOHOHOOOOO BLACK THRONE AND A CROWN DEATH QUEEN NESTA WITH HER HAIR DOOOOOOWN

Rhys vs Cassian standoff *western duel music starts*

NESTA APOLOGIZED FOR EARLIER IM SO PROUD

Did Elain have a vision? DID SHE???

“I want you to seduce him.” NESTA THE HIDDEN BARD ROLL FOR PERSUASION

Mor teaching Nesta the waltz? NESTA AND MOR CAN NOT HATE EACH OTHER

Are they back at their childhood home? Because oooooooooooof ✨ childhood trauma✨

MOR AND NESTA HAVING A CONVERSATION YAY!!!!! (This’ll make rping them so maybe easier)

“We’re in a book!” Holy shit they know. HIDE THE FANFICTION

The relationship between Nesta, Emery, and Gwyn is so wholesome

“Oh FUCK you” .... NESTA

“I was just checking on dessert” MOOD

MOR AND NESTA ARE HAVING A FRIENDLY CONVERSATION

I sense tension between amren and Nesta

ERIS WANTS NESTA????

“I’m not with you.” Lier

A SNOWBALL FIGHT WITH THE BATBOIS??? Holy shit they do have one(1) brain cell

A sleepover with Emery, Nesta, and Gwyn? SIGN ME UP

“Do it for the miniature Pegasus!” INSIDE JOKES

OOOOHHH i see the gwynriel ship

Wait....HER POWERS MADE THE HOUSE BE ALIVE??? Sweet

Alright 2 months til FEYSAND baby

The mating bond between cassian and Nesta?????.............

“Say it, SAY IT” GODS DAMN IT NESTA SAY THE FUCKING THING

So, Nesta’s afraid she’s gonna loose her humanity?

EMERIE NESTA AND GWYN ARE IN THE BLOODRITE? Fuuuuuuuuuck

OH NO EMERIE!!!!!!

“High Fae bitch” PUT THAT ON A SHIRT

OMG OMG OMG HELL YES VALKRIES

oh Cassian you restless bastard you

*hears Emerie’s backstory and their heart to heart* AWWWWWW I LOVE THEM

“The morrigan.” The fuck Eris?

“She’d hit the archway of stone” OOOOOOOOOOF

“For being my friends when I didn’t deserve it.” AWWWWWWWWWW

What about Feyre’s pregnancy???? Hewwo?

“Lord of bastards” heh true that’s cassian alright

Wait, OTHER set of wings

CASSIAN!!!!!!!!!!

“Now, I’m going to slit your little throat.” FUUUUUUUUCK NONONONOOOOO THIS ISNT CASS FUUUUCK

What’s the trove?

NONONONONOOOO WHYD HE GET STABBED SHIT HE GOT STABBED

Nesta’s pissed.....MAGIC TIME

wait wait wait wait wait HES NOT STABBED HELL YEAH!!!!

“You are my mate, Cassian.” ITS ABOUT FUCKING TIME

Nessian: kissing when the world is in ruin

“She started bleeding hours ago. “ BABY TIME???

*hears the blood and feyre’s appearance*!FUUUUUUUUUCK

So, no C section? OOOOOOH SHIT THEYRE DOING IT

IM SCARED IM SCARED IM SCARED

“Silent babe?” Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit

Nesta Nesta Nesta What the fuck are you doing???????? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

SHE HAS ALL 3! ONONONOOOOOFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOSHE PLUCKED IT FUCK

SHE STOPPED TIME?????????

WHOS the female voice?

“ I love you, Feyre” SHE DID IT IM SO PROUD!!!!!

What is she doing what is she doing what is she doiiiiingggg?

GIVE WHAT BACK?????

WHAAAAAT? A BARGAIN WITH THE FUCKING CAULDRON???

feyres alive? FEYRE’S ALIVE!!!!!!!

NESTA THE MVP!!!!

*the sister hug* AWWWWWWWWWWW

AWWWWWW I LOVE THE NAME NYX!!!!

How much did the Cauldron take from Nesta, tho?

FEYSAND IS BEST PARENTS

Alright, I want to see LOADS OF WHOLESOME FANFICS AND FANART ABOUT DOMESTIC IC AND ELAIN AND NESTA GOT IT?

#acotar #acowar #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acosf spoilers #feyre archeron #elain archeron #nesta archeron #rhysand acotar #cassian acotar #azriel acotar #morrigan acotar #mor acotar #amren acotar #gwyneth berdara #emerie acotar

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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The mermaid quietly waited for the green-haired man to wake up. She saw his eyes slowly start to open. “Are you okay?” the mermaid asked him...

O: OHHH MERMAIDS! I love mermaids! and and mermen of course--

I just really like water hehe...

hnnn so pretty!

may have accidentally turned this into an Ariel!Au sorta thing.. eheh..

Sun Kissed Waves

Prince!Izuku Midoriya X Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Who knew mermaids were real....

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 650+

“Are you okay?” her muddled words laced with foreign concern flowed through one ear and out the other like a gentle stream of water, but it was enough to force the dazed male to blink his exhausted eyes open. He cringed at the bright light assaulting his green eyes, a scarred, muscular arm instantly coming up to block the sun’s violent rays.

He hadn’t the slightest clue where he currently was, mind too fogged with fear and curiosity to process any geographic landmarks with his hazy vision.

Sand tangled in his wet, curly green locks, sticking annoyingly to his sun-kissed, freckled cheeks.

With a groan, he finally peaked his eyes open again, only to be met face to face with large, (E/C) eyes sparkling with curiosity. Water clung to her darkened lashes, splattering onto his awestruck face each time she’d blink.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish, shock thrumming through his veins as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen nearly brushed her nose against his own.

A shuttered breath blew through his lips, a rosy blush settling on his cheeks as he took in her breathtaking appearance. It was as if a gloss of sorts coated her cheeks and lips, twinkling like a diamond in the sun. Though her hair was tangled and damp, it clung to her dripping skin in a way that made him have to stare if only for a moment.

“Are you okay?” She repeated, only to make the shy boy squeak in embarrassment at having been so enraptured by her stunning beauty that he forgot to answer such a simple question.

But the moment he went to speak, he felt the burn of desire for water on his dry tongue, nearly coughing at the scratch in his throat as he spoke, “i-i’m okay.. just.. thirsty and tired..” he admitted as he slowly sat up, damp sand squeezing in between his large fingers.

The girl immediately moved back ever so slightly to allow him space to sit up, giving him a once over to make sure he was truly alright.

“Thank y-” his eyes suddenly widened, a gasp tearing through his lungs as he glanced behind her- only to be slapped with the force of a thousand waves with shock.

A glossy, smooth, (F/C) tail was attached to her waist, large fin idly swaying back and forth in the water lapping at the shore.

He wasnt sure what to say, or what to do for that matter.

A mermaid was practically sitting in his lap!!

A mermaid!

A being of legend, a myth made up by lovesick sailors!

He wanted to say he wasn’t a lovesick sailor, but clearly he must be bonkers. Perhaps he hit his head on a rock when his ship crashed, perhaps he was in heaven and granted a glorious allusion to welcome him into the bittersweet afterlife.

For no way could this possibly be a reality.

As a prince, he’s seen many things, traveled across the continents, and experienced many things at sea, but a mermaid was just.. too far fetched!

And yet.. Here one was.

He jumped when a warm yet wet hand cupped his cheek, breath catching his throat as he noticed the mermaid flutter her lashes in concern at him.

Taking a deep breath and pushing his sense of wonder and disbelief aside, he placed his own much larger hand over her much smaller one, “T-thank you.” he repeated, smiling softly at her only for her to do the same.

Though it was certainly strange and unexpected, he did hope this wouldn’t be the last time he saw her.

He had so many questions and needed answers to ensure he wasn’t just crazy.

For now,

“What’s your name?” he asked her, green eyes swirling into a beautiful viridescent in the suns rays as he gazed at her,

“(Y/N).”

“I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

And so their adventure began.

#peppermint fizz #HNNN CUTE #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #mermaid au #drabble #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku #deku #mha deku #mha deku x reader #x reader

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crispyjenkins · 4 years

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I’m resending it now! ok so what if for some reason Obi’s lightsaber either gets destroyed or the crystal stops resonating with him & He’s with Jango who goes with him to wherever the force guides him to find his new crystal at & like Obi goes through some wack vision/trial from the force and when he gets through it his new crystal reveals itself and it’s the same type of crystal like in the dark saber? And Jango is just losing it when he sees it bc he thinks “HOW?! but also, That’s HOT” hehe

(my DUDE i’m so flippin glad you re-sent this, i’ve had to force myself not to write this one so i could get other people’s prompts out, and i was at first unsure of how to spin this, but holy FECK is it all i can think about now. i just. i just want to write so much of this obi. i’m sorry i didn’t get to jango much, but you bet your butters he and obi are connected every which way in this, in ways beyond force bonds because i’m a dramatic bitch.

i hope y’all enjoy this one as much as i did!!)

edit 6/26/20: this is now part of a full fix-it! you can read it as it updates here on my Ao3! updates on fridays.

Illum is colder than he remembered, though the last time Obi-Wan had been here, he had not feared wrapping himself up in the Force. It’s been... Force, he hasn’t been back since after Melida/Daan, and something in him breaks again at the thought that he’d lost the ‘saber that had been with him for more than a decade. But, no, a lightsaber is a small price to pay to have saved his master.

His former master. He isn't Qui-Gon’s apprentice anymore, Anakin had made sure of that.

Obi-Wan had been sent to Illum alone, no younglings in need of making their first ‘saber, and no one else needing to replace theirs; Anakin has a few more months in the crèche before he can build his, and Obi-Wan can’t thank the council enough that he doesn’t have to walk the caves knowing his replacement is somewhere doing the same. With Qui-Gon still in the Halls, Master Plo had stepped forward in offer to knight him, and had almost had to fight Master Depa for the honor, which was... strange. He’s used to quite the opposite of masters fighting over him, but an amused Yoda had almost used his lineage status to refuse them both for himself instead, until Mace, as Master of the Order, had given the right to Plo Koon. And Jedi do not gloat, but the Kel Dor had certainly been smiling behind his mask.

The doors to the caves open easily despite the ice, so maybe his great-grandmaster had been right about Obi-Wan rebuilding his lightsaber before his knighting ceremony. This thought doesn’t settle the feeling of intruding when he steps over the threshold, the marrow-deep feeling of being an imposter in one of the most holy places in the galaxy.

The kyber hums around him, as if he wasn’t at this exact moment considering walking away from the Order.

He’s hardly a proper Jedi, is he? Killing a Sith with a sai tok, falling in love with Satine, holding a grudge against a nine year-old freed slave for taking his master away from him. Hadn’t he drawn on the dark side to defeat the Zabrak? Killed him not out of duty to his vow but in revenge for the fallen Qui-Gon? His lightsaber might have cauterised the wounds, but he has blood on his hands all the same.

So he keeps walking, refusing to touch a single crystal he passes. The Force tugs him deeper into the caves anyways, and he has half a thought to ignoring it (does he even deserve to listen to it anymore?) but for all his tumultuous thoughts, Obi-Wan is beholden to the Force, beholden to the grip it has in his viscera.

He follows it as his breath forms clouds before his lips, frost on his skin that he cannot even feel. Where would he go, if he left? Stewjon is insular, they would not want him back, but he cannot stay at the Temple. Naboo, perhaps? Padmé would surely welcome him, but could he really settle down on such a peaceful planet after spending over half his life running around the stars with his master?

Closing his eyes at the memory of Satine, he allows himself to... consider it. Would she still want him? They haven’t spoken since, but sometimes he can feel her in his mind still, a little warm bud that could bloom, if he let it. And even if she threw him out, Mandalore isn’t a bad place to restart.

“Could I really?” he muses out loud, stepping over a great crack in the stone floor and setting his feet to follow a barely-there path towards the lake, only for the Force to have him veer away from it. Could he really give up being a Jedi? After every trial the Force had put him through to even become an apprentice? Oh, but he had tried so. kriffing. hard. to get this far, could he really do anything else?

He swallows thickly and almost desperately pulls the Force back around himself, as if in apology, as if in repentance, as if anguish—

Peace, it whispers, brushing over his mind even as it sinks claws into his ribs and pulls him up short.

Obi-Wan is twelve again, wind whipping around him as the Jedi transport takes off from Bandomeer, Qui-Gon Jinn staring down at him. Force, but he hasn’t ever felt worse than when he feels their raw bond stretching with distance, yanking deep in him until he’s breathless, doesn’t Master Jinn feel it—?

And Obi-Wan is sitting in the living room of their Temple apartment, kneeling on his cloth meditation mat across from Qui-Gon’s bamboo one. His master’s warmth surrounds him in a glittering cloud of comfort and ease, and they’ve been at this for five years now, and still Obi-Wan holds this as his most treasured memory, something to cling to when things seem desolate or he’s been arguing with Qui-Gon, or—

He’s in the glass city of Sundari, brushing a hand over Satine’s cheek as she laughs, and Force, she’s even more beautiful than he remembers— She’s dying in his arms, bruises violent red around her throat, a sizzling ‘saber wound through her middle, and she’s beautiful even now, oh Force not like this—

Obi-Wan is older, his joints a little creakier, his hair grey at the temples, and he has a beskad sticking out of his chest. Above him is a boy that looks suspiciously like him, red hair and green eyes but with Satine’s lips and eyebrows. Korkie, the Force tells him, as the boy leans over Obi-Wan and why is he angry? Ah, so this blade had not been meant for him—

Anakin, little Anakin with a padawan braid beams up at him in a training salle with a practice saber in his fists. Obi-Wan moves to correct his kata, and though he’s... sure he had never learned this from Qui-Gon, he knows it’s Form III, he knows it’s Soresu like he knows his own name, like he knows the padawan bond in his mind and the warm nova glow of Anakin attached to his core—

Obi-Wan is an old man, seated on a perfectly smooth grey stone above a green, green cliff battered by ocean waves and briny air. He meditates with the knowledge he had come from here, the Force here as close to home as he could ever hope to achieve. He had not searched for the family that left him on the Temple steps, and that’s just fine by him, he could not have asked for a better place to begin his seclusion studies than Stewjon—

Obi-Wan is an old man, seated on a perfectly smooth red stone, the desert cliffs around him worn smooth from the sand that batters around him, ripping through his robes but never touching his skin. The Force is feral here, claws and bone and teeth teeth teeth, but somewhere out in the dunes, there shines Luke, pearlescent and good and proof that Obi-Wan has not failed just yet.

Satine is screaming at him as she shoves Korkie behind her back and raises a beskad that seems wrong, wrong in her hands, but he doesn’t have time to think about his heart wielding a blade, when he’s wielding the darksaber, whistling as it cuts through the air against Tor Vizsla, why had they trusted him, he knew he could not be trusted, and now his family is going to pay the price— His ‘saber, black as space, connects with Vizsla's, black as night, and Obi-Wan is not wielding the darksaber, but something else entirely, with a beskad’s edge, with a hum that’s almost a scream, that moves towards the darksaber with the intent to shatter—

A Mando in blue and silver beskar’gam hands him a hilt, hammered durasteel wrapped in black leather, so unlike any Jedi ‘saber hilt he’s ever seen, but Obi-Wan knows it’s his from the way it sings, the way the Force insists it’s his his his—

The blue and silver Mando with his helmet off, a man so unspeakably gorgeous that Obi-Wan wonders how he even copes— The Mando’s gloved hand grips Obi-Wan’s wrist, the face he knows so well twisted into dread and anger. Don’t go, they beg, but Obi-Wan must, he cannot abandon Mandalore, he cannot—, Don’t you realize that Zabrak’s fucking crazy? Obi-Wan, he’s going to kill you—

Obi-Wan is older, but not much, pinned underneath blue and silver armour as Sundari glass and blasterfire rains around them—

Obi-Wan watches the Beautiful Mando sleeping with his head pillowed on Obi-Wan’s arm, a new scar curling through his eyebrow that he hasn’t asked about yet—

A mini Beautiful Mando eyes him suspiciously, hands on his hips while his buir stands behind him and tries not to laugh—

Obi-Wan is on Illum, but he is not, he weaves his way through dusty streets he has never seen before and yet knows the way by heart, following that heart towards the hangar where his aliit waits. He has beads braided messily in his hair, twisted by pudgy fingers insisting Obi-Wan deserves to look just as pretty as his buir; that durasteel and leather hilt bounces against his hip, and he has a single blue and silver gauntlet on his right arm. He is a Jedi, the Force assures him, in the way light bends through him, but he is also Mando’ad, he knows that without needing to ask. He belongs to a planet and to a people that he did not start with, in a strange Force-willed way that he can’t explain, and he’s a Jedi, but he knows he has a family waiting for him in an old police craft. A black-bladed ‘saber hums at his side.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes in front of a rock wall, glittering kyber in every colour rising up the sheer face until their little lights disappear into the darkness far above him. Just above eye-level, there is a small crater in the wall, as if the rest of the kyber cannot grow around the single crystal at the crater’s center.

It is opalescent and space-black, and looks as if it had been cut for a piece of opulent jewellery. The Force whispers heart heart heart, and he supposes it does look the size and shape of a beskar’ta, and isn’t that fitting?

When he reaches out to take it, the white glow at its edges seems to suck in the light from around it, and it sings higher than any crystal he’s ever touched, whistling trials and heartbreak and pain and blood, but also love and laughter and family, if he lets it form the notes just right. It sings in Mando’a, in war gods and clans and beskar, and it sings for Obi-Wan alone.

- Across the galaxy, Jango wakes on Jaster’s Legacy in a cold sweat.

Translations/Other: sai tok — the ‘saber move of cutting an opponent in half, frowned upon by the Jedi for its roots in the dark side. beskad — traditional Mandalorian curved saber made of beskar. allit — Mando’a for “clan” or “family”. buir — Mando’a for “parent”, gender neutral. beskar’ta — Mando’a for “iron heart”, the elongated hex-shape common in Mandalorian armour designs (great post here comparing them to katana tsuba). also called ka’rta beskar or “heart of the iron”. Jaster’s Legacy — Jaster’s old ship that Jango found and used post Galidraan, and pre Slave I.

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hauntlikeaghost0 · 4 years

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drowning | d.m

summary: you are draco’s lifline.

warnings: little bit angsty but in a fluffy way

a/n: wrote this on my phone so ignore weird spacing but i think i really like it?? idk hehe

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draco’s life was falling apart. slipping and tumbling, crashing down around him faster and faster as time went by; and there was nothing he could do but watch. watch as the rubble buried all his friendships, all his confidence and innocence, all his happiness. and all he could do was prey and beg and just hope that people will forgive him when it was all over. hope and beg and prey that despite seeing his face on the opposite side, despite seeing him next to the people that tore down their home, they won’t see him as the enemy. they won’t see him as evil. but just the battered and broken boy that didn’t have a choice. the battered and broken boy that couldn’t lose anymore.

as he looks out over hogwarts from his place in the astronomy tower, he mulls this over. no, not mulls, he grapples, he obsesses. mind racing repeatedly over how hopelessly fucked his life is about to become. he wonders desperately how he could have possibly let it get this far, he wonders what would have happened if he’d had just said no. surely his parents would be dead now, possibly himself, maybe even you.

now, himself and his father, he could deal with, he could accept. karma’s a bitch and boy did the malfoy men know how to anger her. but his mother, she was the only person to ever make him believe in love, in care, in hope. she would do anything for him, despite him knowing he could live a hundred lives and never deserve that. and you, oh god you. the only person to ever make draco feel as though he was lovable, not worthy of love, as he is convinced he never will be, but somehow, by some sort of miracle, you loved him. you were stubborn as hell and drove him insane but, praise merlin, did you care for that boy so fiercely and so passionately that he almost believed you when you told him he was a gift. he had some bumps and bruises, some scars that would take time to heal but he was precious and beautiful. irreplaceable.

the school grounds were bathed in darkness, stars littering the deep navy sky, reflecting off the black lake as though it were a mirror and dancing around before draco’s eyes. despite the late hours, a few lights still remained, glowing warmly from scattered windows around the castle, inviting the boy to dive into their saftey. an invitation he ignored. although his entire life was constantly casted in shadows, draco still finds a strange comfort in the darkness. the idea of going unseen but still being able to see it all, and, he supposes, it’s just all he’s ever known. he finds darkness at home, darkness at school, darkness in his mind, even some darkness in you, as no one can truly avoid it.

he drags his cold hands over his face, pressing them into his eyelids and watching as patterns appear and swirl beneath the pressure. the only thing that calls his attention away is the familiar sound of your pattering footsteps, climbing the old creaking stairs behind him.

“draco?” you call out as you reach the final step, catching a glimpse of the instantly recognisable platinum hair, only made harder to ignore in the silvery moonlight.

“over here.” he replies, not moving from his position of gripping the metal railing. you instantly recognise the tension in his shoulders and the stiffness of his neck. his mind is elsewhere, lost in what if’s and worst case scenarios.

you take a deep breath, heart already breaking for the boy infront of you, begging yourself to keep it together for him. to be the solid shoulder for him to lean on while everything feels so unstable. “i see you” you breathe out and make your way closer.

you arrive at his side but his eyes stay fixated right ahead, so many emotions swirling in his icy blues that you wonder whether there’s anyone there at all. his hands still grasp the bar infront of him so tightly his knuckles are white and all you can think to do in that moment is lay your, slightly smaller, hopefully warmer, hand atop his.

“you are the best thing that ever happened to me.” you speak out, mirroring his position and fixing your eyes upon the silhouettes of two birds dancing and twirling across the ever darkening skyline. “you know that right?”

you feel him turn his attention towards you, vision locking intently on the side of your face as though trying to discern something so impossibly complicated.

meeting his eyes, you raise your brows. not in a teasing way, but almost so as to open up more of your face to him, to put on display all of your emotions for him to read, desperate for him to find complete sincerity. he only shakes his head.

“i don’t deserve you.” is all he says, eyes glassy but the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

rolling your eyes, you reply: “do you think i give a fuck about what people deserve?” there’s a playful tint in your voice, only barely disguising the complete seriousness. draco lets out a short laugh at this, turning to lean his elbow against the railing, finally allowing some lightness to return to his features.

“draco fucking malfoy,” you jab a finger into his chest, “if i could, i would hand you the world with three tiny finger holes in the top and let you use it a fucking bowling ball, me being each one of the ten pins. i would let you repeatedly crush me with the world, which you hold in your hands, because i feel that’s what you deserve.”

“now, i feel that’s a bit rash.” he says, gaze softening even further and a more solid grin making its way upon his face. there’s humor in his voice and it adds a warmth to the night.

“it’s not up for debate.” you snap back, keeping up your serious facade for another two beats until draco rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself quietly.

the sound of his laughter and the beautifully curved grin on his lips brings a sort of joy to you that you can’t quite understand. a sense of pride, not at the fact you managed to make him smile, but at the fact he still can, after all he’s been through. when that beautiful, damaged boys face lights up in the way it just had, everything feels right in the world, nothing can go wrong, nothing can harm you, because draco is happy, draco is happy. it may only be for a moment, a brief second in a lifetime, but it gives you hope, it makes you warm. and you did mean it when you said that boy deserves the world, he truly, truly does.

a silence settles between the two of you and your attention shifts back to those same two birds, now sat comfortably atop one of hogwarts many spires, pressed up against eachother, keeping eachother warm.

“can i have a hug?” a timid voice speaks up from beside you. it’s such a weak and frail sound from someone who appears so casually strong that your heart clenches in your chest, turning your attention towards the delicate boy to your left. you smile up at him as warmly as you possibly can and slowly place a hand on his pale cheek, dusting your thumb lightly over the soft skin and relishing in how it heats slightly beneath you touch.

you only nod in response, dropping both your hands over his shoulders and drawing him into you, so closely and so tightly, he wonders if you’ll ever let him go. he decided he definitely hopes not. instantly, draco is wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you just as securely and somehow managing to bring your body impossibly closer to his, hips and chests flush together. you feel the butterflies fly wildly in your stomach, a sensation not uncommon when being around draco, as he nuzzles his head into your neck, inhaling deeply and making goosebumps shoot up across your body at the feeling of his soft breath against your skin.

“you deserve the world, draco malfoy.” you breathe out softly, sincerity laced thickly in your words, begging for the damaged boy to hear it and willing for him to finally believe it.

draco only grips you tighter, no words escaping his lips but an almost silent sniffle coming from his place snuggled into your shoulder. again you feel your heart in your throat and, in order to fight back your own set of tears that are balancing so dangerously close to falling, you begin to move from side to side, swaying oh so gently like branches in the wind. you cling onto draco and he to you, realising what you’re doing and moving just the same. you place a hand softly on the back of his head, sliding your fingers into his hair and drawing a hum out from the back of his throat that makes your knees buckle slightly.

you continue to sway for a few more moments, draco grasping you like the lifeline he saw you as and you holding him tenderly, savouring the feeling of his closeness as though it were the last drop of oxygen you’d ever receive. he begins to sway you in a circle, turning the pair of you around until your back was against the cold metal railing. you flinch slightly at the feel of the icy iron through your thin bed shirt, followed by the loss of draco’s weight against your neck, however the coldness is soon replaced by a flooding warmth when your eyes lock on his. the amount of emotion seeping from them brings a lump to your throat. there’s still the ghost of the hopelessness that always resides in his steely blues but right now, as he stares and you so intensely, all that can be seen is love. suffocating and overwhelming, soft and beautiful, completely overflowing, powerful love.

it takes everything in you not to scream, yell from the astronomy tower that you could never be more happy because he fucking loves you and you fucking love him and everything’s shit but you’re both in love. so intensely and passionately, in love.

and then he opens his mouth and the words spill like silk from his lips, curving around your heart and tying a beautiful bow atop it. a name tag hanging from the ribbon reads his name and you are sure it will never say any other for as long as the pair of you live, and even then after:

“i don’t want the world, dear, i only want you.”

then the tears spill and his lips meet yours. there’s fire and passion behind the kiss that has him pinning you to the balcony, hands tights against your waist. fire and passion that has you curving into him, hands lost in his hair. but the tears dancing between both your hot lips brings a sorrow to the kiss that makes your heart clench, a neediness that comes only from a broken boy, clinging to you with lust and simultaneously hopeless desperation. draco nips on your bottom lip lightly causing you to gasp softly which he takes as permission to begin the dance between your tongue and his own. each time you go in for more he treats it as receiving another breath of life, the love you’re presenting him with, filling his lungs and quenching his thirst better than anything else ever could.

finally, you pull back, gasping for air and running your tongue over your lips, weirdly addicted to the taste of draco mingled with both of your bitter, salty tears. he does the same, signature smirk adorning his features before he gently leans his forehead against yours, dropping a kiss to your nose that makes you’re heart swell.

“i love you, (Y/N), endlessly.” he breathes out, hand coming up to run his index finger delicately along your bottom lip.

“i love you too draco, endlessly.”

and in that moment, draco smiles. really, truly earnestly, smiles.

his world may be crumbling around him, he may be drowning in the darkness that spills from every person and every crevice of his mind; but, right now, on this balcony, with you in his arms and him in yours, it’s not the moon or the stars that’s keeping the astronomy tower alight. it’s you. it’s you and the love that you allow him to feel, the love that, when he’s with you, seeps from his very bones, pouring out of him and drowning the both of you.

and what a beautiful way to die.

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#harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy #draco malfoy one shot #harry potter imagines #draco malfoy imagines #dramoine #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy fluff

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bluexiao · 3 years

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ty for your response about electro metal arm dude <33

aaand here’s another oc! i have a lot of them so I’ll just dump them all in this one post—

RYUU

pronouns; he/they

former position; overseer of disease

current position; healer at bubu pharmacy

vision; cryo or anemo, polearm user

personality; your average introvert lmao. he’s socially awkward, too— which adds up to the pain. he radiates the quiet kid vibes but instead of pulling out a gun he gives out mints

backstory; arson. dude did shit and shit happened to him. in the end, the overseer of death had punished him to eternal servitude. forever treading the lands of tevyat, keeping the balance. his ideal punishment? he had no idea who he was, what he had done, and why he was here. all he knew was he was stuck here, and he had done something terrible. blood for the blood god :)

attacks;

his e boosts his allies attack for 20 seconds by 25 percent

his q summons sigils/shard to rain down on his opponents, dealing cryo/anemo damage and boosting his teams attack dmg by 50 percent

SOL

pronouns; he/him

former position; sun god (kinda?? idek)

current position; overseer of nightmares and stuff

vision; pyro, polearm user (I love polearms lol)

personality; piece of manipulative shit. kinda like childe but,, 8000+ bored sun god who killed others for fun, massacred villages— and now he manipulates children into doing messed up shit during his coffee breaks

backstory; he was the sun god. not officially, but he had a certain connection with the sun that,, was kinda odd. blah blah blah and then he joined some alliance with other surrounding gods. a pact of some sorts. sol went “hey won’t it be nice if I manipulate and convince one of the most power members of this alliance to leave and uhh possibly go brr?” some dude with jay feathers at the back of his ears went ”no” and quickly caught on. shit went down, and he died. but at least he managed to have some funnn. ideal punishment? he couldn’t,, physically interact with the outer world. sure, he could torment kids in their dreams, but it wasn’t the same as leaving a permanent scar on their face,,

attacks;

his e works kinda like hu Tao and applies pyro

his ult is way more interesting. it summons a ganyulookingorbthingie into the air (looks like a sick eclipse and stuff) and blinds the enemy temporarily, exposing their weak spots and increasing attack by 25 percent. might change this up but that’s all I have right now!!

PERSEPHONE

pronouns; she/her

former position; goddess of flowers and beauty

current position; overseer of betrayal, manipulation, and shit (yeah I’m being real creative lol)

vision; dendro, catalyst user.

personality; manipulative as fuckkk. she only gives a shit about stuff if it benefits her. and let’s absolutely nO ONE close. gurl got betrayed enough times already

backstory; pretty powerful goddess in the past. though, quickly enough she became a tyrant. threatening her people (dryads) and brutally killing other gods. the dendro archon caught on quick enough and boom, our bad bitch was gone. her ideal punishment? uhh haven’t thought much about it but ig it’s kinda like Sol’s??

attacks;

her e summons a flower which traps the enemy and applies dendro

her q is BEAUTIFUL!! it summons a colorful flower field that not only deals a LOt of dendro dmg, but can also be used as a way to apply other elements such as cryo and pyro.

Hello! I'm sorry it's a bit late! I did not want to just scan it to understanding so i did not have much time to answer yesterday but wow those are a lot of oc's! And they all sound cool too! But wait are you creating some sort of harbinger like group or smth?? It seems cool tho!! I personally am interested w persephone hehe

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breathings-of-the-heart · 5 years

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To Love Another

Levi Ackerman x Reader

A/N: Hey guys!! Back after a long hiatus, sorry hehe. I know y’all must hear this a lot and be sick of it, but there was a lot going on in my personal life that I needed to deal with. (I.E. an parent custody issues and succession of court cases) But everything has been settled in my favor so I’m back and excited!!

Anyway, this is a part two I promised like years ago which can stand by itself kinda so u don’t have to go back and read part one lol. I wrote so much that I’m dividing it in two; part three will be out most likely by tomorrow. If you want to read part one, link for it is here: Imagine Relating to Mikasa about Loving someone in the Military

(requested by @a-single-uwo @dracq and @little-diva-gurl and to you three specifically, so sorry for the wait! But I didn’t forget :3)

“He loves you, more than he’s ever loved anyone. Surely you know that,” Hange tried to plead, taking (Y/N)’s small hands into her own.

With an inability to overlook the throbbing in her chest, the girl simply met her gaze with a sorrowful smile. Her friend’s expression was sympathetic, conveying her sentiment with a sense of urgency and conviction; such a gesture was appreciated, but considering the events of today leading the broken girl thus far, easy to brush off. Levi’s own harsh words and hard-set countenance were forever etched into (Y/N)’s memory-- speaking louder than any other subconscious that told her he didn’t mean the things he’d spoken. All she could see now was the Captain’s anger trumping all the blinding endearment she thought the two of them to shared. There was no room in her brain for two such vastly different images… the young woman viewed herself an idiot.

(Y/N) was barely able to speak, a thousand words at once caught in behind her pursed lips as she shook her head, wishing Hange’s statement was true.

“With all do respect, Section Commander…” weak voice trailing off, the petite beauty cleared her throat and willed herself not to cry. “I don’t believe you. I was a fool to think of myself as more than my true worth to Levi.”

Said man of the conversation stood on the other side of the door, a whole world away, fist lifted mid-knock. He stilled, gray orbs downcast as he heard the girl’s reply echoing in his ears.

The documents in his hand fell from his fingertips as his body slacked, the pages fluttering in the air and settling with the ambiance. He hadn’t realized he dropped them, and when he did, Levi could not bring himself to care. His eyelids squeezed shut painfully and the stoic male turned heel, footsteps rhythmically sounding off the lacquer floor as he shuffled away in defeat and heartache.

And only when the stoic man reached the privacy of his room did he realize his fingernails were dug so tightly into his palms that crescent moon scars would indent the skin for life.

A cruel, constant reminder. A testimony to his greatest pain--- your heartbreak.

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Commander Erwin sat at the head of the office table of one of the many meeting rooms littered along the castle, a serious expression cast on his defined face. There was a tired yet determined look fixed on his shadowed face; deceptively aged with worry lines creased across his forehead: a tell to the stress and conflicting passion his position required. Untold horrors must have crossed the man’s mind on the daily, yet, the disciplined, solemn facade did well to suggest otherwise.

Even in another dim scenario such as this one, he remained the epitome of strength.

As Erwin studied a long paper in front of him, there was a flicker of deep thought that passed just as quickly as it came. The thought grew smaller in his eyes, and the put-together authority figure stroked his freshly kempt chin.

Having not seen the Scouts since their rescue mission to save Eren, you were shocked at the change in the head of the regiment. With an arm lost and the deceptively young-looking appearance faded, it was only then when you realized his hair told stories as well-- speckled with select gray strands, the stress-revealers hid amongst a thicket of slicked away blondes.

Things seem to have shifted. From what I’ve read in the reports… Eren controlled the Titans with his scream without knowing how. It feels like we’re moving forwards and backwards at the same time.

You touched the bandaging around your torso, wincing a tad as you pressed too hard.

If I’d been more careful last mission I would’ve seen it all for myself.

A map was spread out across the wooden surface of the ancient worktable, the parchment’s top ends brushing against your fingertips. It gave off a beige hue with ink blended in a thoughtful, delicately beautiful layout of Wall Maria’s charted territory. Sunlight filtered through the window shades and illuminated the figurines representing another formation of the Commander’s. Clusters creating an almost horseshoe shape laid out in front of the spectators in the room, squads labeled accordingly. The symbols representing the Special Operations Squad were located on the innermost circle, standing out in bright yellow.

You took a moment to gaze up and break away from the lull of the deafening silence.

You were painfully aware of Captain Levi’s presence next to you. Eren sat on your other side, with another squad leader directly across. Hange was at Erwin’s left side, and Moblit peered past Mikasa’s shoulder in order to see properly as the head of the Survey Corps spoke, finally leaving the separate worlds of his own mind. Armin and stood behind the blonde man, absorbing each of his words carefully.

“There’s many obstacles to be dealt with, naturally” Erwin intoned, officially beginning the meeting. “For starters, we cannot risk any casualties on the journey to Shiganshina. Knowing the enemy, they will be prepared for our arrival and not a single soldier can be spared until we get to the battle field.”

Erwin brought up a lingering, troubling issue that already started to make your head hurt. As a key strategist and extension of the Brain Trust, however, your mind was your strongest weapon. There had to be a way to work around it all.

“Traveling at night is yet another risk,” you relayed, resting your weight on your forearms. “Considering the events experienced the night of the Beast Titan’s appearance.”

The light of the full moon must have been bright enough to give the titans energy.

“How are we supposed to work our way around that?” Eren groaned in exasperation.

You wracked your brain, biting your lip in frustration as all came up blank. All motion came to a halt, though, as you felt a hand grip your knee firmly. Electricity shot through your body as you met the penetrating gaze.

Levi.

“Calm down, brat. Tapping incessantly will only piss me off.”

You hadn’t even known you’d been doing it, but the second the Captain touched you, you were frozen.

Your eyes met his, fully, for the first time in months. And from that instant on, they were trapped in the blue-gray you had drowned in so many times before. You couldn’t help but absorb the sight and engrave it to memory, the art of Levi himself a blessing you had nearly forgotten. But he was different from last time. Maybe it was the illusion fading, or your distant memory. Of him, never.

He looked tired, like you, the fire in those orbs dulled into dying embers. Was that the mission’s doing? The loss of nearly half the regiment?

Or was it something else entirely?

Then your focus shifted to his hand, which dared to travel the smallest bit upwards. Levi kept it there, as if stuck in his own trance. A minute, hour, day could have passed and still, in that moment, you wouldn’t have noticed.

Until reality hit and you remembered everything anew.

As if he had been burned, Levi retracted his hand as quickly as you looked away. The illusion faded once more, just as tragic as last time.

Breath, (Y/N). This is bigger than you.

“I suspect,” you sighed, regaining yourself, “the indirect source of sunlight the moon reflects, is enough to generate energy for these new titans. The solution is simple.”

“We can initiate the expedition next new moon!” Armin exclaimed, pointing at you excitedly.

“Mhmm, that is our most promising option. But I doubt it will be safe doing it on horseback. We need to be quiet, stealthy, and aware of our surroundings considering the dangers of the dark. Our vision will be limited,” Hange pointed out. “We’ll need to walk them and our supplies, and find a better source of light.”

Erwin nodded, looking slightly impressed.

And as your nonchalant front solidified, you realized it was becoming easier to smile than to remember the hurt. It seemed that way for Levi too, who took an elegant sip of tea as if nothing fazed him at all.

There are more important things, clearly.

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phoneboxfairy · 4 years

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Sneaking Away - Nalu Smut

Here’s a special treat, one of my first smutfics. Ao3 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12837852 Sometimes life doesn’t have a plot. Sometimes people just get horny. Mages are people too, albeit with special abilities. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that a fire dragon slayer and a celestial wizard spent what started as an otherwise boring night hooking up. It wasn’t the first time they had snuck off, but it was still exciting. No, it was totally fucking hot. Sneaking off wasn’t really accurate. Everyone knew what was going on, just like everyone knew how Laxus frequently snuck off with Freed when he was supposed to be with Mirajane. The plan was simple enough. Consistent. Distract the blue cat. Go to one of their living quarters, depending on the urgency of lust, enjoy the ensuing private time. Oh, and lock the damn door.All it took was one instance involving Happy barging in at precisely the wrong time to learn THAT lesson. They went to his house. Locked both doors, entry and bedroom. Closed the curtains. Then got down to some delicious business. Natsu had a bed now. He liked the couch, but you just didn’t take a girl, let alone one like Lucy, home to hook up on a couch. That was a matter of pride. She deserved nice things. Soft sheets, dim romantic lighting, tender kisses and touches…and privately, he liked being able to hold her close afterward. Safe, sweet, secure, like he would never let her go.He liked it as much as he liked the steamier aspects of their private time, in fact. She was in a feisty mood. Even as they got undressed she kissed, nibbled, giggled. Then she pushed him onto the bed.“I have a surprise for you.” “What…?” “You’ll see. Well, actually… you won’t. But first…” He had exactly enough time to recognize that she had a blindfold around her wrist and was busily tying his right arm to the bedpost with a hair ribbon. Holy shit. “Wow. Kinky.” “Yeah…I guess. I want to try something different, that’s all.” She blushed, fidgeted with the blindfold. He reached over and touched her cheek with his free hand. Smiled. “Nothing wrong with that.” He wanted to say more. Wanted to tell her exactly how much he loved her. How he saw her as the most amazing girl, worth fighting for, everything he needed.How, compared to all that, the sex was just an amazing perk…For once, words failed him. So, he kissed her. Soft. Sweet. She touched her nose to his. Held up the blindfold. Smiled a cute yet utterly sexy little smile. Eyes wide, he smiled right back at her, fluffed his hair up from his forehead. She took a deep breath. You know, trying to keep composed. Then she tied the material over his eyes. Slipped her fingers over his cheek, lingering over his scar for a moment. “I’ll be right back.” “Okay…” Deep breath, slow exhale, small grin. What was she up to? Well, he would find out soon enough. He couldn't resist lifting a corner of the blind and peeking at her for a moment."Say, Luce, when did you get so thick?" "...thick?" Pause. Turn, glance, raised eyebrow. "Relax, would you? It's a compliment. You were like a stick with boobs when we met." "Oh really. What about now?" "Goddess. Curvy, delicious goddess." "I'm dating a huge dork..." Her blush deepened when she saw the grin on his face. "Huge, huh?" Fang. "I... that’s not what I meant!" "Suuuure, I believe you." "Can we please get on with this?!" "You can get on me any time!" "Natsuuu!" She threw a pillow at him. It might have sounded like an argument, but they were both laughing. “Get back here already.” “Okay, okay.” She grabbed a bottle from her purse, then curled back up next to him. “Much better.” Chuckle. Free hand moved, fingers stroking over her back. Shiver. “Now what?” “Sssh. It’s a surprise, dummy.” Soft kiss on his cheek. She put some oil on her hand. Then she traced a finger from jaw to navel. The touch sent a chill down his spine. Slow exhale. Self-control was going to be tricky tonight. Between the massage, the kinky elements, and feeling her thigh rubbing against his dick… Yeah, tricky was right. Another deep breath and slow exhale. What was in that oil…? It was warm. Made his skin tingle, not exactly unpleasantly. Smelled incredible, almost as good as she did. Gave him a case of mind fog… which wasn’t a bad thing. The only thing, the only person, he wanted to think about was right beside him teasing every sense he had. Except, duh, vision. He couldn’t see, but damn, he could feel. She seemed intent on touching every inch of his torso, and who was he to stop her? The lower she went, the better it felt. He exhaled, more than a little pleased with this whole situation. She stroked over the scar by his tummy, kissed very tender skin. “Lucy..” Part purr, part growl. He strained against the ribbon, almost forgot he was tied up. Another growl. “Damn…” “Having fun, hothead?” “You know it.” “Good.” This started a trail of kisses slowly moving upward. He felt her boobs press against him. Strained again. Then remembered his left hand was still free, and took advantage of that. His hand found her boob at the exact moment her mouth found his collarbone. He teased her nipple with his thumb, wishing he could see her responses. “Mmnnn, Natsu…” Soft, dark chuckle. He traced his fingertips over her skin. “Luce, babe, I’m starving for you.” “I can tell.” She took his hand. Stroked his wrist, kissed, licked, nibbled fingers and palm. “That’s quite an appetite…” Her tongue flicked against his thumb. Shudder, shaky exhale. Fuck it…Impulse took over. He burned away the ribbon, ripped off the blindfold, and pinned her down in the space of a few seconds. She laughed, this sweet, breathless sound that went right to his heart. He cupped her cheek in his hand. Rested his forehead on hers. Grinned. Lucy blushed, smiled right back at him. “You’re beautiful.” Her blush deepened.

“Thanks…now kiss me, idiot.”

“Gladly.” That wasn’t just a kiss, no way. Not when he was practically devouring her. He broke it long enough to whisper a single word. “Panties?” “What about ‘em?” “They’re in the way.” “Natsu, if I have to explain, then I guess they’ll just have to stay on.” Comprehension. Eyes widened. Traces of a blush. “Oh. Right.” Cute chuckle. She always had interesting taste in underwear. This pair was no exception, with satin, lace, and little ribbon ties.He had a feeling she wouldn't be happy if they were just ripped off. In fact, he suspected, horny or not, she would kill him if he did. Well, they did have those ties… Hehe. As carefully as he could, he untied one, then the next, loosening the ribbons with his fangs. “Lift up.” Nod. She let out a shaky sigh as he tugged her panties off. No matter how often they hooked up, she always felt shy at first. Sure, she knew he practically worshipped her. Knew these hookups weren’t ‘just’ hookups, knew they were based in a mutual, often fiery, love.

The thing was, part of her still couldn’t believe that this was all real, that he really did love her. Sometimes, Lucy needed a little nudge of reassurance. Natsu understood that. He wasn’t exactly a genius, but he got this point. “You need a kiss.” “A kiss…?” “Yeah…” He inhaled, taking in her scent. Sweet. Musky. Intoxicating. She was his craving, his addiction. He stroked over her tummy. Dipped his tongue into her navel. She quivered. “Mmnnnnnn.. more please.” “You bet.” Damn, that was encouraging! “Girl, I’ll kiss you all over, then go back for seconds.” She bit back a moan at the thought, skin flushing. “You like that idea?” “I’ll like it more once it’s an action…”Well that was direct. He smiled to himself then got to it. Nudged her legs apart, settled between her thighs. Traced a finger over sensitive skin. She shivered. Let out a little sigh that escalated into a gasp as that same finger parted her lips.In his eyes, she was perfect. Beautiful all around. And right now, he knew she was putty in his hands. Knew that each touch and lick drove her wild. Loved knowing that.So, he took his time, worshipped her in the best way he could think of. Flicked his tongue against her, lapping her sweet juices. She writhed. Mewled. He moved a hand up to her chest. Within maybe ten seconds he felt her fingers brush against his. Heard her whisper three sweet words. "I love you..." He responded by treating her to a series of slow, deliberate, tantalizing licks. Her brain fried, unable to process anything but how damn amazing it felt. "Fuuuuuck, Natsu..." "Language, princess." Dark chuckle. She let out another mewling sound as he nibbled her sweet spot. "Natsu?" "Yeah?" "I need to feel you inside me. Like, right now." "Right now, huh?" "Yes, right now!" "If you insist..." He moved up so they were at eye level. Cupped her face in his hands. Kissed her deeply.She melted. Splayed her hands over his chest and shoulders. Leaned into him, nibbling and licking at his bottom lip. "Ready?" "Almost..." She took a moment to cast a birth control spell, then turned her attention back to him. "Now I'm ready..." "Good..." Another kiss as he pushed into her silky wet depths. So, so good... She broke the kiss, breaths harsh, let out a little "ah!" that only encouraged him. As if the sensation of being buried deep in her wasn't encouraging enough...He brushed some of her hair away from her face, nibbled her ear. “Luce…I love you…” “Way to state the obvious, silly.” “True enough. Fire dragon’s loving kiss.” Soft chuckle. She couldn’t help giggling even as she felt his warm mouth against hers. “Give me your hand…” “Okay…” His fingers curled around hers maybe a second before he started riding her. “Ooooh…” “You like that?” A little faster. He brushed a thumb against her lip. “…yes…” “Louder. I can’t hear you.” “God, Natsu…Yes…Yes!” “Much better.” That delicious pace steadied. He took a chance to watch her, took in the sweet sight underneath him. Cheeks flushed. Boobs heaving. Skin slick with sweat. Hair a messy halo around her face. Beautiful… “Mine…” Low, utterly sexy growl. Then... something changed. It wasn't the usual pre-climax frantic rush. Rather, it was damn near scary. His pace went from steady to too fast. Faint outlines of scales flecked his skin. She looked into his eyes, only to see red. No...Not now… "Natsu... stay with me. Don't lose control. Please..." She touched his cheek. He blinked several times. Eyes turned back to their usual grey-green, focused entirely on her. "Shit...Lucy, I'm sorry, I’m so sorry..." "Shhh, it's fine. You didn't hurt me. Shhh..." A kiss, then another, and another... His free hand, the one that wasn't clutching hers, slipped between her legs. Rubbed carefully, giving her the sweet friction he knew she loved. “Wait…let me.” “Anything you say, babe.” He would never complain about getting to watch her, hearing those sweet little sounds that meant she was definitely, well, fired up. Hehe. Not to mention feeling her reactions. He had no idea it was possible for her to be so warm, so slick, so responsive… Then he heard her whisper his name, and his heart melted. He nuzzled her cheek, whispered into her ear. “Come for me. Please.” He nibbled her earlobe. She trembled. Moved her hand up to his shoulder. Dug nails into his skin. Cried out, another “ah!” Whatever self-control she had left was about to evaporate.Screw self-control. He moved faster, abandoning slow and steady in favor of fast, wild, almost reckless. Kissed and licked her neck. Paid close attention to her responses. Her breath hitched. He shifted just in time for her to scream his name, kissing her and riding the delicious waves of her climax.

He was fighting off dragon force again for the second time that night. Somehow, someway, he managed to keep it under control, aside from a few scales. He crashed, and crashed hard. Punched a smoldering hole in the headboard, then collapsed into her. She held him close, stroked his hair, smiled. He lifted his head up just enough to rest his forehead against hers. “Love you.” “Love you too, Natsu. Scales and all. Not that there’s anything wrong with scales…” “Nothing at all.” He smirked. Stroked his fingers over her cheek. Tracing, teasing. “Just kiss me already.” “Nah, not yet.” Nose nuzzle. Fang. Lucy pouted. “Natsu…” “C’mon, babe. You know I’m just teasing.” “I know. Now you come here.” She pulled him closer. Smooch. Soon enough Happy would fly in through the window. Soon enough all three would be asleep, snoring peacefully in the cool spring night.For now, though, she wanted to enjoy being alone with him. No job requests, no squabbling, or other guild business. Just sweet afterglow in the arms of the boy she knew would never let her go. Fin.

#sketchy's writings #old fanfic #nalu smutfic #nalu smut #nalut sexytimes #natsu x lucy #fairy tail smut

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mojofun · 4 years

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Always (Sirius Black x OC)

Warnings: drinking, pining, angst with fluff ending (plus, I used a quote somewhere in this story that true fans won’t miss [though it’s not the right character] hehe)

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His tongue had grown numb to the taste of alcohol, and his vision was blurred.

Still, the black-haired man chugged back another gulp of the concoction -firewhiskey, was it?- in the glass bottle, hoping against hope that it would dull the unbearable ache in his chest- or make him numb enough that he would not feel it anymore; either was fine.

Too bad neither of the two possibilities was happening.

Stumbling to his feet, the wizard reached his hand out to hold onto the wall as he groped his way out of the room, heading toward the staircase; luckily for him, he knew the place by heart, though he was anything but happy about that.

Each and every square metre of space in the blasted house was laden with memories, the majority of which was even darker than the pitch black that surrounded him.

At least he was desensitised enough not to care about his past, but there was a new ghost linger inside those walls…

The ghost of her

What am I supposed to do without you?

Is it too late to pick the pieces up?

Too soon to let them go?

It did not matter what he was supposed to do.

The only thing he could bring himself to do at the moment was drink.

The booze was weakening his rationality. Not that there’d ever been much to begin with, but that weak thread was the only thing that kept at bay the thoughts… Of her.

Do you feel damaged just like I do?

Feeling.

Of all the tortures he’d ever faced, that was the worst.

The more he tried to stop it, the more he tried to suffocate it with each drink, the more they overcame him.

And they were all about her.

Somehow, unawarely, he ended up in the living room whose walls were decorated with his os so noble family’s genealogy

As if they had a mind of their own, his feet brought him in front of the charred hole in the wall that had once been his portrait, many years ago.

Another life, the same pain.

Yet, it was not what his eyes were focused on.

A few inches to the right, entwined with his branch by some worn branches, was another singed patch of wallpaper that had once been someone’s face, and not just anyone’s.

Your face, it makes my body ache

It won't leave me alone

Kiyrah.

Tracing his fingers lightly over the singed blotch, he fought an internal battle against himself as he tried to imagine where her lips, her eyes had once been.

No matter how destroyed the wall was, his mind could piece together an image of the woman in mere seconds, down to the most ephemeral details, because he missed her so much.

He could see her soft brown hair framing her face, the deep brown irises that always held so much emotion, the full, pink lips that had smiled too few times, far less than she deserved.

Lips that he’d kissed…

Eyes that he’d seen full of tears. Because of him.

And this feels like drowning

He was trying to drown in alcohol. That was supposed to help him not drown in sorrow, but it wasn’t working.

He could not see the difference anymore.

Trouble sleeping

Restless dreaming

More like nightmares.

You’re in my head

Always, always

I just got scared

Away, away

<<S- Si- Sirius… P- Please…>>

That memory was beginning to resurface again, and it made him grit his teeth.

Again, his mind put it on replay just for him- note the sarcasm.

I’d rather choke on my bad decisions

Than just carry them to my grave

<<Shut up, you devil! Get out of here!>>

You’re in my head

Always, always, always

Cracks won't fix and the scars won't fade away

He had no idea how she’d managed to hide her scars so well.

Not only the physical ones, though the bite marks on her forearm that she’d inflicted on herself to avoid the black mark were all but discreet. No, he was more surprised by how long she’d managed to fool everyone around her, hiding the chinks in her armour behind a mask that he thought had been her real self.

How bloody wrong he’d been…

Guess I should get used to this

The left side of my bed's an empty space

<<Kiyrah…>>

Everything in the house reminded him of her.

As if the dark ghosts of his past haunting him were not enough, now he had to live with the knowledge that he’d driven away what had probably been the best thing to ever happen to him.

To be honest though, it was the only thing he regretted when it came to his dealings with his family.

I remember we were strangers

So tell me what's the difference

Between then and now

They’d known each other for all their lives, and yet he knew nothing about her.

That was not his fault though: she’d twisted his memories.

She’d erased all the wonderful moments they’d shared, leaving behind false images of the harridan she pretended to be.

That harridan was too similar to his mother, to his cousin and the majority of his deranged lineage for him to tolerate it. So, when he first learned that she’d twisted his mind, he snapped.

He shouted horrible things at her, most of which he did not even mean.

He was blinded by rage. After all, if a hateful shrew like her tampered with his memories it meant she was up to no good, right?

That had seemed the only plausible explanation.

Too bad it was the wrong one

And why does this feel like drowning?

Drowning in loneliness.

Drowning in pain.

Drowning in guilt.

Guilt because now he knew that she’d only been trying to protect him from her own family, and from his, too.

She’d driven him away because her parents wanted to hurt him, and all his friends; she had to make him stay away

Trouble sleeping

Guilt because he had finally found out just how many sacrifices she’d made for him.

The image of her being tortured by his parents -she’d used potions to take on his looks- tortured him every sleeping and waking moment.

Restless dreaming

Guilt because he never even gave her a chance.

He never gave them a chance.

A chance to explain, to come clean… A chance to go back to being the best thing that ever happened to him.

You're in my head

Always, always

I just got scared

Away, away

He’d been too scared, and his fear had resulted in him lashing out in anger before he even heard her side of the story.

Now, he feared it was too late

I'd rather choke on my bad decisions

Than just carry them to my grave

You're in my head

Always, always, always

Always, always

Now he either always saw the real Kiyrah in his mind, the incredible things she’d done for him and all the wonderful moments they’d shared, how much he loved her, or he was brutally reminded of how badly he’d treated her when the issue of her memory spells came out.

It filled him with regret, longing and remorse, so much remorse…

You're in my head

Always, always

I just got scared

Away, away

I know there's nothing left to cling to

But I'm still calling out your name

It felt like years, but it had only been days.

Every time he went inside a room, he found himself imagining her in there with him, sitting beside him at the kitchen table or lying in his bed.

Sometimes he even reached for her; that was when she disappeared.

You're in my head

Always, always, always

He began to feel dizzy, so he took some steps back and slumped on the couch. The bottle fell from his hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud which he barely heard.

The room was spinning…

Maybe he would finally find some peace.

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His eyelids felt incredibly heavy, but he managed to force them open; though the room around him was dimly illuminated, it was too much for his sore eyes to take in.

He fought against the reflex that told him to close them again.

There was something strange in the air, something he couldn’t put his fingers on at the moment, but he definitely felt it.

When he turned his head slightly, his jaw slackened.

There she was again, the vision that had tormented him ever since his wife -could he still call her that?- had walked out the door in tears. This time, though, was not like the rest…

Again, he couldn’t quite put his fingers on it. She somehow appeared… Real.

Well, more than usual

<<Ki- Kiyrah…>>

The wraith smiled sweetly at him

<<Hi, Sirius>>

Her voice brought him up short.

None of the apparitions had ever spoken to him.

This one seemed so different…

<<Aren’t you going to shout at me? Or at least ask me what I’m doing here?>>

It was a while before he could reply. His grey irises were too busy roving over her, taking in her pale, supple form, the chocolate locks that fell over her shoulders and the slight curve of her lips. Her eyes, though, were a different story.

They were red and filled with pain.

They looked haunted.

Guilt flared in him again

<<I… I’m sorry for treating you like that…>>

The woman sighed

<>

<<I’m so- >>

<>

That brought him up short

<<What… What the hell are you talking about?>>

<>

It was as far from what he expected as it could get.

If the woman sitting by his bed was a product of his subconscious, shouldn’t she be giving him a mouthful about what a horrible mane was? That’s what he’d spent those few days alone doing, so where did this meek acceptance come from?

<<You’re telling me that you think it’s your fault that I verbally abused you without even letting you explain what happened?>>

<<Yes>>

Both of them flinched when he suddenly burst into hysterics, throwing his head back on the pillow

<<I’ve done it; I finally lost my mind>>

<<You’ve never been all there in the first place, darling>>

<<Don’t call me darling>> He replied, suddenly morose again <>

Kiyrah groaned, moving to sit on the mattress

<<For crying out loud, Sirius, what else could I expect?

You have never been known to be a patient man.

If your deranged cousin walked through the door at this moment, would you attack her or calmly greet her and offer her a cup of tea, asking her about her day?>>

Despite himself, he snorted at her words: it was a grotesquely funny thought, and it would never happen

<>

Her reasoning was flawless, no matter how much he wanted to hate himself.

However, his mind was preoccupied with something else: namely, the way the mattress had sunk when she took her place on it by his side.

A vision couldn’t possibly do that.

Breath hitched in his throat as he turned to look at her again

<<You’re real, aren’t you? This isn’t a dream?>>

She giggled, reaching out to caress his cheek

<<No, it’s not>>

<<Why… Why are you here again?>>

Hurt flashed in her eyes, so he rushed to correct himself

<<Not that I’m not happy to see you, I just… I didn’t expect to ever see you again>>

<<I dropped by to check on you; you were passed out on the couch, so I brought you here.

If you want to, I can le->>

<<No!>> His hand darted to grab hers, trying to hold her in place; if she wished to go he wouldn’t stop her, but he needed to try, at least <<Stay. Please>>

Kiyrah smiled

<<Of course, darling>>

Sirius sat up and hugged her, resting his head in the crook of her neck

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<> She cooed, running her fingers through his hair <<I’ll always come back>>

The man in her arms pulled away enough to look her in the face without actually letting her go. He was gaping

<<Even after the way I treated you?>>

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<<But I made you leave…>>

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<<Kay, I owe you my life; you have nothing to be remorseful for>>

The way she beamed when he said that brought a smile on his face too

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<<After all this time?>>

<<Always>>

Always, always, always

@angelinathebook

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Envy Makes Two pt.2

(Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Part 2 of the Lucifer Morningstar Two Shot

Rating: Mature (18+)

Author’s Note: Shit just got real in this. Got into so many feels while writing this, I may have fallen for Lucifer all over again. Hope you all can relate once you read this. Enjoy!

Part 1 HERE

If you could have described yourself in one word tonight, ‘drained’ would definitely be it. And even a nice hot shower did not seem to help, though it helped to cleanse your exterior. It was one of those days, where the work pilled up in an instant, deadlines were tight, and the hours went by so fast you didn’t even remember which day it was.

Your tongue swept over your front teeth as you stared at the mirror over at the sink. You smiled, at least you tried smiling. You grinned, several times. Suddenly you were fully aware of the wrinkles that formed around your smile. And you couldn’t help but wonder if your smile was ever even beautiful. And out of the blue, you wondered if it was as beautiful as Decker’s. You imagined her smiling, you imagined him being affected by that smile. His face affected with a look that could be close to affection or complete adoration.

Whoa, you thought. Why did I even go there?

Shaking your head, you tried to forget of the mere thought of it. You covered your face with your hands, sighing into them. Involuntarily your fingers went over your forehead, stopping by a scar. Gently caressing it, you scoffed slightly, smiling as the memory of the day you were gifted with it flashed before you.

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(6 months ago)

Heavy breathing, clear heavy breathing. That was all that you could hear, surprisingly managing to drown out all the intensity of the EDM as you stumbled across LUX.

Your body felt sticky. The need to jump in a shower was strong. Randomly you began to list down things to do once you got back home. Maybe a relaxing bath, and even maybe a glass of wine to forget all that happened. But first, you had more important things to tend to: your bleeding forehead for example.

Eyes squinted, you silently expressed your dislike over the flashing lights which made you dizzy. Though you made sure to throw in the polite “Excuse me”’s and “Please make way”s, the crowds moved away before you could even finish, wearing looks of fear or disgust as you passed them by. You didn’t blame them, for you couldn’t. You didn’t want to ruin their night, you just needed one thing. And you were relieved the moment your eyes caught the glimpse of something that appeared to look like a bar. Your body suddenly had purpose to walk further, the hand on your gaping cut pressed tighter, and finally you stopped by the sound of extremely feminine giggles and by the sight of three beautiful women gathered around a man. Exclaims arose as the women saw you, thus forcing the man to turn around to look at you.

“Well...” holding a glass of whiskey, the man scanned you up and down, “looks like someone’s definitely not getting a Bloody Mary tonight!”

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Sliding out of his bar stool, Lucifer Morningstar did not expect his Friday night to progress this way. Not especially when a woman turned up in front of him, with a bleeding head and shattered glass in her hair. Definitely not his type of surprise.

“Are you alright darling?” He asked, his tone laced with concern.

“Well, it doesn’t look like it” you tried to sound sincere, but the irony took over. Taking a step closer, he stared at you with parted lips, unbelievably quiet for a few seconds. Blood may have blocked your vision but it didn’t stop you from realizing how handsome this man was. And how his intense stare made you blush to an equal degree. But thankfully no one could notice. You were practically red in the face to begin with.

“Lucifer, aren’t you gonna join us?”

The pretty blonde from the posse could not hide her impatience as she posed the question.

“No...” he answered without hesitation, his eyes still on you, “Sorry love, but no can do” he added. The posse expressed their disapproval with widened eyes and gasps that were tad overly dramatic. And some in the crowd did not hesitate to join in.

“Seriously mister, I’m not here to make trouble...” you said in pain, “…just point me to the nearest bartender with access to some ice , and I’ll be well on my way”

“Yeah man ...What the hell?...” a young man with a horrible tan stepped in from the crowd, “You’re ditching a foursome to bang a bleeding bitch?”

Raising one eyebrow, you exhaustingly shook your head with a sigh. Bleeding Bitch? Well that’s all women at some point , bruh! you thought.

Seemingly with more courage from his shot of vodka, the tanned fool jumped right between the both of you.

“Yeah that’s right. Beat it bitc- Aargh!”

An agonizing scream flew out of his lips the moment his hand was twisted sideways by Lucifer’s sudden grip.

“Ah ah ah…You better think twice before insulting a lady at my establishment, young man ” He said, through gritted teeth “now… imagine if it was not your hand, but something much more valuable to your manhood instead …” he continued, voice growing louder over the screams, “Would be terribly shameful and useless, especially when you stood up for those lovely ladies eh?”

“Alright man …” the man whimpered, face contorted with agony before looking over to you “I’m sorry” he said, voice shaking with sincerity.

Nodding, you were engulfed in your own suffering to be offended, but not engulfed enough to not appreciate the words this club owner spoke on behalf of you.

“And full disclosure, there will be no ‘banging’ where this woman is concerned” he cried out to everyone, as he walked over to you, “...at least not in this state, poor girl” you heard him mutter under his breath. You smiled softly in appreciation as he guided you upstairs.

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You finally felt relief the moment a pack of ice touched your forehead, and a sip whiskey touched your tongue. Sitting comfortably on his leather couch, you watched Lucifer stand opposite you with much curiosity.

“So...Y/N Y/L/N...” he enunciated your name with exaggeration, “Who did you make the angriest man in LA on a Friday Night?”

You chuckled, “A restaurateur...”

“I beg your pardon?”

Sniggering, you replied, “ I’m a Food Critic...” you continued, “I gave a bad review for this one restaurant which was ugh! horrible…” you shook your head slowly, reliving the horrid memories, “I beg of you, don’t you ever go there!”

“Really?…” Lucifer asked with fascination, “Was it Sarano’s?”

Your eyes widened, “YES ! It was …” you said loudly, surprised by his guess, “You think it’s horrible too??”

“Of course…” he replied, “That man definitely has punishment cut out for him in hell...but I’m just pleased you gave him a taste of it beforehand, I applaud you” he said, giving a short bow. You smiled, quite taken by his sense of humor.

“Yeah well, look what it got me...” You sighed. “Oh dear so this...?” “Yup, was walking after a party to get some late night groceries, and the bastard had the nerve to stalk me…” you said, leaning forward to cross your legs, “…only to scream filth at me, and hit me with a bottle of beer…” you added, “Ice cold brew by the way, what a shame” For a second you thought you saw a muscle twitch in his face, “Really?” he asked, as he sat down.

“I managed to punch my way out though...” You said proudly with a chuckle.

“Ah ...” And suddenly that tense expression vanished, replaced with a smile on his face, “Well I applaud you once again, my little Trooper”

Your eyes widened, “Trooper…as in fighter?” You asked, curious to core. Taking a sip, he nodded.

“Yes, but also meaning ‘An Uplifter of spirits’. Hehe…Why not both?” He chuckled in return, raising a glass to you. You felt your heart grin widely.

The next day, you received news that the owner of Sarano’s would be compensating for your injuries and damages to your reputation as an apology. No wonder you thought of Lucifer as a “Good Omen”.

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(Present)

The reminiscence not only made you smile, but also made you hungry.

Risotto, your stomach whispered. Or at least the growling sounded like it.

Tossing your now braided hair to the side, you waltzed over to the kitchen in your silk chemise and night robe. But something felt missing. Cue the music.

The moment the stereo began to sing, your body began to move instantly. Movements divided equally into cooking and dancing, harmonizing effortlessly. You didn’t hesitate to do a light spin, playing with danger with the knife in your hand before resuming to chop the shallots. No one was present to judge, so you didn’t feel guilty to take a mini break to finish the whole song, dancing which was swift and sensual. It made you feel invincible. You were so proud of yourself.

Suddenly a sour thought crept inside. Sourness which urged you to wonder if she were able to do the same. Of course she could. Going down the path further, you wondered if she did it better than you. Why not? She’s incredible. You imagined him watching her, impressed and possibly even aroused, making his way over to claim what was his.

Wait…not again!

Clenching your jaw with frustration, you stopped. You proceeded to cook by turning on the stove.

The smell of garlic filled the room as it cooked in the olive oil. But before you could savor the fragrance a little longer, the doorbell rang which was followed by incessant knocking. Quickly adding the shallots, you turned down the heat before approaching the door. Thanks to the peephole, you opened the door with confidence.

“Lucifer...” you breathed, “Hey!” The voice grew louder in greeting.

“Ah...seems like you can open doors, but can NOT answer the phone!” He snapped. Looking slightly more disheveled than usual, he had a concerned look in his face that you hadn’t seen before. It worried you.

“Wha? What do you-” you paused, “Ahh…” you said, coming to realization, “I must have left it on silent...Oops...” You laughed nervously, allowing him to come in.

“Well you should be more attentive, what if something happened to you?” His worried tone remained unchanged, his hands dug deeply in his pockets as you closed the door behind you.

“Well I’m fine aren’t I?” You chuckled, turning towards him, “Don’t worry...”you said comfortingly, holding him by the arm, “ Look look...I’m making risotto” excitement filled your phrase, attempting to infect him with the same as you dragged him into the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer exhaled it with a sense of pleasure. And it was evident in his eyes, “Oh father, it smells divine” he said. You smirked. You really loved cooking, but you loved it even more when you could cook for Lucifer.

“So, how goes the case?” You asked, giving the shallots a stir. Lucifer sighed, standing on the other side of the kitchen island, facing you, “Well…turns out it was the girlfriend of Gomez who was the real culprit. An up and coming chef known for adultery didn’t exactly make Gomez the boyfriend of the year so, it all ended up being a petty revenge, although it was well orchestrated...” he said, in a surprisingly uninterested manner.

The image of him and Decker making the arrest suddenly appeared in your head. Nodding slightly, you looked at him, “You don’t exactly seem pleased to have solved it” you said, putting away the cutting board and knife into the sink.His eyebrows were raised with contradiction.

“Well, you don’t exactly seem pleased to hear about it either...” he said, glancing at your noticeably blank expression. Pressing your lips, you felt seen. Seen through the utter bullshit.

“I...uh...” you struggled, “I had...have some things in mind” you said. It was indeed the truth.

“Really?” Eyebrows furrowed, his response was inquisitive yet soft.

“Uh huh…” you looked down shyly. Awkwardness was all you could breath in, and it was uncomfortable. This was definitely a first for the both of you. Unable to take it, your eyes looked around for excuses under his inquisitive gaze. Until finally, you spotted your cellphone in your hand bag. “Aha!…you’re right…” you said, quickly grabbing it, still avoiding his gaze, which turned intense “I really didn’t see your calls nor your messages...” laughing nervously, your fingers swiped off all the notifications. “What’s so funny about that?” “Huh?” Looking up, you finally had to look back at him, for he did not sound pleased.

“Y/N...” he began, walking over to you “I was worried...” he said, grabbing the phone before tossing it back into the bag with emotion, “It was certainly unlike you to not answer or not return a call…” his voice grew louder, “…not to mention texts. You’re the one who even got me into the bloody thing!” “I-I” you were speechless, guilt washing over you. “I even got locked in the Detective’s car because apparently, I was whining about your absence like a child” “She did?” You asked, as you were tempted to smile with surprise. This was certainly news to you. Maybe it was the kitchen lights, but suddenly Lucifer Morningstar appeared to be more handsome, and you had quite the difficult time handling it. “What?” He asked, startling you. “Nothing...” you lied, while you added the the arborio into the pan. Longing for distraction, you stirred the ingredients with enough focus to engage in meditation. All felt strange suddenly. Why couldn’t you just feel normal again?

“I’m sorry Lucifer...” you muttered, giving him an apologetic look, “Make up for it with some Risotto?” Your puppy eyes did their very best. And it seemed you’ve succeeded when his eyes softened in response.

“Only with extra Parmesan” he said warmly with a smile.

“Heheheh...got it!” You said, snapping your fingers before pouring in some white wine. You thought that all was well once again. But little did you know while you stirred, Lucifer stealthily rummaged through your bag.

“So…” you heard him begin, “…the reason of you being so busy…” he continued, “… anything to do with the Chivalrous Coffee Cop Officer Reed?”

“Eh?” You looked up with confusion, to find him holding out the slip of paper with Reed’s number written on it.

How did he-?

“Okay first of all...” you said, “Coffee Cop? I was thinking the same…wow what a coincidence” you said with excitement, inciting a surprised laugh from him. “And Second of all…” you added, slowly changing tone, “No he was not the reason” He doesn’t deserve to be a reason, to be honest. You thought,

“So he didn’t tickle your fancy then?” He asked, trying to sound unaffected yet you could still sense the concern linger. You shook your head. “Not one bit” you replied.

Suddenly you were haunted once again. You imagined her smiling. She smiled with happiness as she listened to him. She laughed at his jokes. They laughed together. Mutual laughter turned into mutual gazes of realization. The candle light made it even more romantic as Chloe’s piercing blue eyes melted by the sight of Lucifer’s own. Gazes locked into tighter as lips grew close enough to-

“But why do YOU care?”

You snapped out of the blue, angered by the image that’s slowly turning into a personal nightmare, “What if he did tickle my fancy?” You asked. It felt like torture for you to say it, “ You and I , we hang out, so won’t be the same when I hang out with him?”

“No, it is NOT!” This time he snapped back, while you poured in some broth into the pan, “He’s courting you…” he said, causing your eyebrows to raise, “Well maybe not, but it is still a date!”

“So? Why do you care?” You asked, turning your back to the island as he stood in front of you, finally brave enough to say it, “Why do you care so much about that, Lucifer?”

“Because then he may get to kiss you!” He blurted, “And have sex with you, which will be wonderful, again and again cause he would be crazy to not stick around because he will fall MADLY in love with you” all that escaped his lips in such speed, “…and the mere thought of it simply drives me to the point of madness, that is why!!!”

You froze. For a second you were out of breath. And you swore you felt yourself clutching your chest.

“Lucifer…” you said, “a-are you…jealous?” You asked meekly. Panting, he hesitated. You were patient, watching him with intent as he finally looked straight at you. “Yes…” Suddenly your two visits at the precinct flashed before you, finally points of confusion turned into points of clarity. It all made sense.

“I would’ve gotten you coffee if you wanted, you know…” “What are you still doing here? Don’t you have the lunch meeting?” “As much as your assistance was much appreciated Ms.Y/L/N, unfortunately we must ask you to leave”

“Wait…” raising your index finger, “…was that the reason why you were acting all strange that time at the precinct?” You asked. Sighing, he nodded with acknowledgement, “Yes…Yes you’ve caught me at foul play” he replied in embarrassment.

You scoffed, “…and here I was, thinking you were embarrassed by me, and just wanted me to leave…” you muttered softly, looking down. “What?” Suddenly he looked confused. Looking up, it was your turn to sigh. “I was kinda thinking that maybe you and…Chloe probably were…” you paused, pressing your lips, “…having something…” using absurd gestures by hand, your attempts of filling the blanks proved to be moot.

“Me? And the Detective?” Lucifer scoffed, “You really thought that?”

Arms folded, you nodded quickly. “That …probably might be…” sighing, you covered your face, “Who am I kidding?…that was the reason I’ve been kinda MIA these few days. I was…trying to…get rid of this feeling. Ugh! I hate being jealous. And her! Out of the all the women I’ve seen you with. I shouldn’t…she seems like such a great person” you spoke with such sincerity, “ and I can see you guys work so well together, you got each other’s back and…you can’t blame me for doubting”

“Oh dear…” he breathed, watching you pour in more broth after stirring, “Well…I suppose…Envy makes Two, doesn’t it?” He said, as you turned back to him. “Ugh! Tell me about it…” you said, making you both chuckle at the situation which seemed to be empathetic.

“But Wait! Hold up…” you said, turning the heat to low, “You wanted to have sex with me??” “Yes…” Lucifer replied, in a tone which sounded quite casual, stating the obvious. Jaw dropped, the notion of it seemed so unbelievable, it was only natural for you to burst out into laughter. “You…” unable to catch your breath, you struggled in mid laughter, “You serious ???” “Yes of course!” He said, “Since the very beginning” This was all too illogical, it certainly didn’t make sense. So it was no surprise why you couldn’t control your laughter. And certainly no surprise when you could not notice his shocked expression. Sighing, Lucifer shook his head, “And apparently you find this oh so amusing…” “No! It’s just that…” exhaling slowly, you looked at him, “All this time..I never knew you found me attractive.” “Y/N…the day I first saw you…” he said, holding you by the shoulders gently, “With all that blood and mess…” his voice grew softer, “…you were still so beautiful” Compliments he showered you with were countless, but to be seen in his eyes this way was anything but imaginable to you. “I cannot believe I was thirsting for you …all by myself” you chuckled. Lucifer looked pleasantly surprised. “Darling…” he began, and suddenly that word sounded a thousand times more heavenly to your ears, “ why couldn’t you just tell me?” “Cause of my stupid pride” you sighed, placing your hand on his own, “I never bothered telling you cause… I thought maybe you would have approached me if you wanted to. I mean, I see you with all those women, and I didn’t want to be forward. The pride thing was strong, you know?” “I understand…” he murmured. You exhaled deeply as you suddenly realized his touch sent sudden tremors through your body. “ But the struggle…” your voice grew intimate, “ it was stronger, Lucifer. Oh…I tell you. Every…single…day. The want…the need…the desire” you breathed, reminding oneself of the million times you longed to break free from your constraints only to melt in his arms. Only to realize, his arms never really left your shoulders. “So was mine darling” he purred, fully wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer. And you felt butterflies in your stomach after what felt like ages. “So, if it was so frustrating, you could have just stopped hanging out with me. Why didn’t you!?” You asked. His smile grew warmer. “ I liked your company. We could talk for hours and hours. It was not often that I’d meet a lovely person such as yourself, who chooses to stay by my side despite everything. I didn’t want to compromise that” his voice filled with affection, you were nothing but moved. “I get it” you agreed, “I was willing give up my feelings… just so I could still be your friend” “Who said we should give up forever?” He said, his eyes focused on your lips. He said “We”. Your heart sang. He said “We”

Nerves finally caught up with you, as you felt that joyful heart beat faster. Especially when his lips grew closer to yours. “Shit…” you whispered, “I’m so nervous” “I hate to admit it but…so am I” he whispered back. The oddly adorable side to him was finally revealed, and you couldn’t believe you were a witness. “What?” You laughed with surprise. Eyes widened, he cleared his throat. “That…does not leave this room, promise?” Chuckling, you were all smiles, “Awww…I promise. Oh you are so cute “ you cooed, involuntarily holding his face in comfort. Affected by your sudden touch, he found himself shudder. Both voices grew softer with each synchronized breath. “Lucifer…” “Y/N…” Time certainly seemed to have slowed down for you the moment you felt your lips finally embrace his, turning to a fully fledged kiss.

Literal shocks ran through your body, suddenly opening gates that invited warm waters to flow through your soul. Real warmth made itself home inside you, urging your legs to feel light as a cloud. It felt so intoxicating. Why the hell did you not kiss him sooner?

Your fingers grazed over his stubble as your hands moved down. Lifting the collars of his jacket, you casually held on to it tightly as you pulled him closer. His lips so irresistible, seemed equally infatuated with your own, savoring the softness that was offered oh so willingly. Taking a hold of your braid, Lucifer began to loosen it slowly, forcing you to pull away in surprise.

“Do you know how many times…” he began, in a deep tone, “ I watched you dance, trying so hard to keep my desires at bay?” He breathed into your lips, which were swollen but still hungry.

“I forgot how observant you were” you said, your grip on his collar still tight as before, as if you didn’t want this to end. He chuckled low, “I bet you were dancing just before” he said, “Oh…the sweet torture”

“Oh Lucifer…” you whispered, “I think you just reinvented dirty talk” you said, inciting a chuckle filled with pride. Finally with your hair falling loosely on the sides of your face, you felt a sudden change in the temperature. And you wondered if his lustful gaze was to blame? “Shit…” you said, breathlessly, “Is it getting hot in here?” You asked as you felt his fingers run through your hair. “Well…I am here” “HA!” You laughed out loud, “ Aaaand he’s back ag-Mmmm”

Shushing you with his lips, Lucifer kissed you fiercely while his fingers held on to your locks with passion. Those lips were filled with greed, moving past your jawline as they attacked your neck. Throwing your head back, you did not expect to be drowning in intense sensitivity.

“Oh my G-” stopping yourself out of courtesy, you chose to moan instead.

“Now that’s more like it” you heard him chuckle next to your ear. While his lips left no inch unattended, you looked down to find him skillfully undo the knot of your night robe, taking it off within seconds. Breaking away, he stared at you, standing before him in just your chemise. You body noticeably awakened. “Oh all the things I wanted to do to you” he purred low, causing you nothing but pure excitement, “Oh yeah? Like what?” You asked, biting your lower lip. “Actually there is a list, but for starters, a bit of well deserved appreciation for this…” he said, eyes scanning your frame “… is definitely a priority”. Blushing deeply, you inhaled sharply as his hands resting your upper back, began to travel down. It was painfully slow, your body felt noticed, it felt appreciated. Ending at the curves of your buttocks, you gasped as his hands grabbed them gently, proceeding to pull them up with greed, cleverly inciting more moans out of you, leading to more kisses. Growing even more impatient, you pushed yourself up, allowing you to sit on the kitchen island with ease as Lucifer stood between your legs. All the while your kisses remained strongly intact. You pushed his jacket back, which he permitted. But the moment your hands rested on those buttons on his white shirt, he broke away.  “Never rush the art, my little trooper”

His voice was literal heaven for your ears at this point, as you watched him unbutton the shirt with hungry eyes.

“Ah…I know that look…” Lucifer said, in a pleased tone, “ Always wanted to see yours for ages”. Amused, you chuckled softly, “Well Congratulations Mr. Morningstar”

As those buttons opened, the sight of his bare flesh unveiled your dark fantasies. Those nights when you always wondered how it must be like. Those nights that were unspoken nor unmentioned even to yourself. Slowly, you felt the ends of your chemise caress the exposed upper thighs as it was brought up. The region between your thighs began to make itself known, as you felt itself moisten, desperately craving for attention. Thus, by force of habit, your hand rested there. Aware of the situation, Lucifer managed to divert your attention by peeling off his shirt in lightening speed.

“Madam, How dare you insult the artist?” He teased, holding your hand with an iron grip. “Insult?” You said, “I thought I was applauding” you breathed with desperation, while he moved toward your ear.

“Know that when I’m around, you needn’t to do that…ever… again..”

Arousing you even further, he savored your jawline with more kisses. Greed developed in heaps and bounds, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close enough to pepper your hungry kisses onto his collarbones, all the way down to his chest. All the while your hands were occupied unbuckling his trousers. Lucifer suddenly broke away to watch you engage it with focus. Looking up, you found his thoughtful expression in such close proximity.

“What?” You asked. “Never imagined this would actually happen”. Breaking into a huge smile, you were nothing but touched, “Me too”. He saw it in your eyes, it was clear as day.

Although clouds of lust misted your gaze the moment his trousers dropped down, forcing your jaw to drop in shock by the sight.

“Wow! That’s one hell of a package” you giggled, looking up while biting your lower lip, “ I really must have done something good today, for I just got my treat-” And once again, he kissed you with fervor, and you certainly welcomed it.

When he pulled your straps down, the curvaceous lines of your heaving breasts made themselves known. Their existence needed validation.

“I guess the big book was right…” Lucifer said, his eyes feasting you without hesitation, “Patience is a virtue”. Your nods were barely noticed when he quickly held you by the hair, pulling it down to expose the neck. Teasing you to the point of submission, he kissed you slow, starting from your neck all the way down to your cleavage.

“Let me…” you whispered, before pulling your chemise up, taking it off in an instant. The way your body stretched as your back straightened made him stare at you with marvel while you threw the item of clothing away, ending up to be equally naked as he was.

Holding you by the waist, his lips continued their pilgrimage through your topography, greedy kisses landing on every inch of your breasts, some even trapping the erect nipples between his eager lips, only to be suckled hard in kind. Moaning louder, you reclined on the kitchen island, feeling the cool marble soothe your back as you tightly held on to his hair. Heat forming in between your thighs, you inhaled deeply, attempting to keep your composure before you would spontaneously combust.  

As you inhaled, something deliciously fragrant caught your attention. Smells like Risotto…Wait. Suddenly, your eyes widened with realization.

The Risotto!

“WAIT!”

Startling Lucifer, you sat up in a flash. Leaning to your side, you opened the lid in a hurry, letting a sigh of relief. The rice has dried up more than it should, but thankfully it was not burnt. Turning off the stove, you looked back at him with an embarrassed look, “Sorry about that…” you said.  “Oh, on the contrary…” he said, with messy hair and a proud smile “ A post-coital meal is always a life saver” he added. You smiled back, “Yeah, and You’re gonna thank me for that later” you said, gasping with surprise as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Oh, I assure you… I’ll be thanking you… a lot tonight” he purred, his nose brushing against yours. “Uh huh…” you murmured, “…kiss me-” you demanded. “Gladly” he replied, lips hungrily latching on to yours. Breaking away, you groaned in frustration, “…fuck me” you said, eyes burning with lust. “Don’t mind if I do…” he replied in an instant, with your legs wrapped around him and his eager hand cupping your breast.

Holding his face, you felt your deepest desire bubble up inside. The desire that you never thought would see the light of day. “Love me…” Your eyes reflected your words in equal measure as they locked in with his, pleading him with sincerity. Breaking off, he looked surprised. Concern crept back in to your heart, for you did not know what to expect.

But before your concern grew stronger, you felt his thumb graze over your lips, you saw his eyes soften, as he replied firmly:

“With all my heart…”

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( TOM HOLLAND / CIS MALE / TWENTY FOUR / HE/HIM/HIS ) i always seem to run into JULIAN EVANS at jukebox records. i’ve heard that if the REGULAR CUSTOMER had to choose one go-to record, it’d be SAVES THE WORLD by MUNA and that they can be CARING but also kind of SHY. for some reason, they always make me think of FINGERS CALLUSED FROM GUITAR STRINGS, TOO MANY SCARS TO COUNT, and THE TOO GOOD TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD CINNAMON ROLL MEME. — ( alyssa, 27, pst, she/her/hers )

hi everyone!! I’m alyssa and I am super super new to tumblr rp... as in, this is my first time ever roleplaying on here in a group (eek)! I’ve been roleplaying for over 15 years now (seriously) and am usually used to forums and 1x1, so I’m excited to try something new :) I tend to write a LOT - as in if you don’t shut me up, I will give you thousands and thousands of words for replies hehe. anywho, julian is one of my favorite muses ever and I’m so excited to bring him here!! without further ado, here is my sweet baby angel precious baby panda, julian!

TW: child abuse, domestic violence, and alcoholism.

background | past & present

julian was born julian tyler evans on march 28, 1996, in santa barbara, california, to claire evans and dylan porter. if you ask him, he’ll tell you he has one parent - his biggest inspiration and his role model, claire. julian inherited all his best traits from claire: his kindness, his determination, his passion, and his ability to care for everyone and anyone. as a pediatric nurse, claire worked long hours throughout the majority of julian’s childhood, but still managed to stay exceptionally present in her son’s life and parent him through a tumultuous relationship.

dylan is out of the picture. julian has a few happy memories with his dad prior to the age of six, but the majority of their relationship is mired in trauma. dylan always had problems with alcohol, even prior to having julian, but those issues worsened when he lost his job in the early 2000s. seemingly overnight, the dad that julian once knew vanished. what started as a loving father-son relationship turned into a twisted game of cat and mouse, and julian found himself walking on eggshells in his own home. more often than not, julian spent his nights covering the bruises and scratches dylan gave him earlier in the day. julian and claire quickly became ER regulars, and he learned to sew his own stitches before his fourteenth birthday.

the abuse julian endured forced him to turn his pain and doubts inward. the overly happy and energetic child version of julian disappeared, replaced by a cautious and quiet boy who didn’t dare rock the boat for fear of retaliation. throughout his difficult childhood, julian found solace in one thing - music. as the son of two musicians, julian learned guitar and piano before he learned to form proper sentences. a natural knack for the craft led julian to pick up bass, drums, and production at an early age (though guitar and piano are still his first loves). the majority of julian’s high school years were spent locked in his room, perfecting one beat for several hours or layering vocals late into the night.

his best friend, danny, is perhaps the only thing that kept julian’s head above water throughout his childhood. julian and danny met in the orchestra room in middle school when neither of them had friends to sit with at lunch. the two boys became best friends instantly and helped each other through their childhood struggles - danny helped julian survive his dad’s abuse and julian provided danny with a safe space after coming out to his homophobic parents.

julian and danny moved to san francisco for college. it was there that they met zoe and kevin through an on-campus a cappella group. the four bonded immediately through a cappella and now play together in a band (and live together as roommates). you can catch them playing gigs around town, and you’ll probably catch julian outside the venue two hours later having in-depth conversations with every person who showed up for their show. the stage is the one place where julian comes alive - he’s a natural performer and sheds his shy persona easily when he’s in his element.

outside of the band, julian works as a second grade teacher, and occasionally works in the stacks at the local library during the summers to make extra money. he adores children and spends most of his free time coming up with lesson plans and songs to teach his kids in an engaging way. adorable elementary school teacher by day, hot musician by night: the julian evans story.

personality

julian is the definition of the “beautiful cinnamon roll, too good, too pure for this world” meme. he cares deeply and intensely about the people he loves, and he’s the most loyal friend you’ll ever have. julian is the friend who will hold your hair back while you puke. he leaves granola bars in his roommates’ cars when he knows they’re not eating enough. he goes out of his way to care for everyone he meets without expecting anything in return.

with that being said, julian is a bit of a doormat. this largely stems from his history of abuse - he’s used to thinking that things are his fault, and that it’s easiest to accept the blame and not rock the boat, even when he’s in the right. he’s the guy who won’t mention that the waiter got his order wrong at a restaurant because he doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable. you could shoot julian in the heart and he would apologize for bleeding on your clothes.

julian prefers lyrics to discussions. he’s a producer and a songwriter above all else, and he finds it much easier to express his feelings through music than through conversation. when his back’s against the wall - when he’s experiencing intense ptsd or anxiety or sadness or anger - he locks himself in his room and writes music.

as someone who craves deep, lasting connections, he isn’t one to have lots of acquaintances or fair-weather friends. he can count the number of close friends he has on one hand and he likes it that way. it’s hard for julian to open up to people initially, but once you get through his quiet exterior, he’ll let his guard down and stick with you no matter what.

in terms of romantic relationships, julian is tragically heterosexual. like in his friendships, julian is the type of person who wants a long-term, stable relationship. since his childhood, julian has always been a hopeless romantic, constantly searching for the girl who will finally make him understand the love songs he’s listened to his whole life. he’s painfully shy, which means he has a hard time approaching girls he’s interested in, and most girls don’t take the time to crack through his quiet exterior. with that being said, the girl who does end up with him for the long haul is in for a very loving relationship.

headcanons

around his friends, julian is the quintessential chaotic aries. he WILL set the kitchen on fire because he moves too quickly while cooking and will try to do backflips in the living room just to prove he can.

julian is a fantastic cook and a terrible baker, because he gets too distracted to properly follow directions. he’s also been a vegetarian since he was 13. his favorite food is his mom’s eggplant parmesan.

he has a small garden on the balcony of his apartment, where he’s trying to grow vegetables and flowers. he says hi to the bees that show up every morning and has names for all of them, even though he can’t tell them apart.

julian loves his music more than anything and tries to form deep, lasting connections with the fans of his band. he remembers every person he’s met and always tries to connect with people, even though it’s a bit draining for him as an introvert. he’s terrible at social media and has no idea how to work instagram live, but tries to do it anyway to connect with the fans.

julian will listen to anything and everything - kpop, death metal, folk, rap, the works. he drives his roommates up the wall by blaring music at all hours of the day.

he has a pit bull named belle that he adopted from the shelter. she’s his best friend. he also has four aunts, and was basically raised in an intersectionally feminist sex-positive witch coven. yep.

producing is julian’s biggest passion, followed closely by songwriting. he produces all of his band’s songs and enjoys collaborating with others on production. it’s the one area where he feels confident enough to be himself.

for someone so shy, julian is super comfortable with his sexuality and won’t stand for toxic masculinity. he and danny used to do drag, but he hasn’t had a ton of time for it recently. he is also very confident in the bedroom, which surprises a lot of people. hehe.

julian is a boxer. what stemmed from a need to defend himself turned into a genuine passion - it’s easy for him to turn his brain off and focus when he’s working out. that being said, you’ll only find him at the gym in the wee hours of the morning, when he doesn’t have to be around too many people. he is an introvert, after all :)

julian is dyslexic and has pretty terrible vision, so he needs glasses. he usually wears contacts, but the first girl to tell him she thinks he looks cute in his glasses will steal his heart.

#jukeboxintro #( intro )#sorry I wrote so much there is SO MUCH to julian u guys will see #eeeeep

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