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utterlyotterlyx · 10 days

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A Fate Inked In Starlight

Part Seven

Eris x Fem!Reader x Azriel

Series Summary - After crashing into the Autumn Court with no idea who you are, where you are, or how you got there, Eris takes it upon himself to hide you and care for you with the help of the Night Court. That is until souls from other walks of life infiltrate Prythian searching for you.

Warnings - angst, fluff, swearing, memory loss, memory finding

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

(I haven't fully edited this yet, I've been rushing to get this out with the burst of inspo I had for this fic lol)

"I can't concentrate when you look at me like that," Tia rolled her eyes at you, her large violet eyes that were enough to ward off even the most vile of creatures brimming with unbothered sass and boredom.

Tia craned her long graceful neck, curling it around her claws as she rested it on the ground and huffed, You haven't been able to concentrate all week.

The breeze whistled through the skies, skies of pale blue littered with the fluffiest clouds you'd ever seen, the ocean lapped onto the shores and the grass bristled in anticipation.

That was how the last seven days had gone. Unable to figure out how to return to Velaris, to Eris and Azriel and the people you had come to adore in their own unique ways, you decided that if you were to be stuck in the universe you had created, then you might as well figure a way to break out of it. It was harder than it seemed though, and every day that passed was another day of head splitting agony that threatened to consume you whole.

Of course you couldn't concentrate. Not when the look in Azriel's eyes haunted every step you took, he was so close, so close to grabbing you a risking hurtling himself into the world where you stood without a guarantee he would ever make it back to Velaris. Salt tainted the air and you shivered, wanting nothing more to be back in Autumn without your memories plaguing you with Duke curled up in your lap and your feet atop Eris' thighs.

The memories were there, just in reach for you to beckon from the wide open doors in your mind, but you weren't ready. Even the flurry of jolting images was too much for you to handle, they were all disjointed, none of them made sense really, but you knew that you had gone through an unimaginable loss, a loss that led you to where you were.

Selene and Danika had been nothing short of lovely and understanding toward you, Danika was trying to find out if Bryce was alright, and Selene was focused on you, on listening to the stories of your time in Prythian as they fell from your lips. It was saddening to see her violet eyes glazed over, the desire but bubbling happiness within them as you told her of Nyx, the nephew that she'd never get to meet.

"Yes, well it's because you won't leave me alone," you threw your hands up, exasperated, tendrils of your hair danced in the wind and you felt tired, it had been a long week of trying to summon your power to little avail, only the ocean reacted to you, rushing up the sandbank and flowing up your limbs..

Tia had been pushing you each day, ordering you to pluck the memories from that rippling ocean of starlight in your mind, promising that your power would awaken for it, but you couldn't. Part of you didn't wish to know where you'd come from, and you were fine with that.

Your power won't fully return until you embrace your past, y/n.

The flickering images were enough to convince you that you certainly did not want to know, there would be no embracing anything unless it was totally necessary.

"I can't, Tia," you told the beast, kicking idly at the sand hill in front of you and looking outward to the ocean.

There must have been a reason why the world you had supposedly created felt so serene, safe and guarded, an impenetrable fortress locked away in a far enough place that no one could ever reach.

"Is there more to this place? Are there cities and villages," you glanced about, "Or is it just this?"

You were well aware of how abundant your powers must have been to create a whole other dimension and to be able to pull travelling souls into it, but it seemed less impressive when you thought of how a beach with a pretty house was all that you could do.

You say that as if this isn't enough.

Tia's feline orbs narrowed on you, her body took up half of the shore and her breath was causing your hair to dance more than the wind was. In what world did you ever own her? In what world was the other half of your soul a fucking dragon?

Scales shimmering in the sunlight, Tia's slender neck stretched, her face hovering before your own, you a mere speck in the sand compared to it, "Is it enough?"

Cities, towns and villages exist here, Tia admitted softly, her voice in your mind was a stoic thing of deep feminine beauty, Those who are loved with the purest form adoration come here, to the world you built, a haven for lost and broken souls. Don't ever doubt your abilities again unless you'd like me to burn you.

"You wouldn't dare," you bit as though the words she had just spoken didn't make you want to curl into a ball and cry.

Don't tempt me, Princess.

The resolve that was folded neatly into your consciousness broke, you glanced to your hands and saw the flickers of blood, of bloody hands against a white stone floor, of mangled bodies and lifeless eyes staring up at you. Blinking hard, you drowned out the gargled screams that had forced their way into your head, inhaling shakily and flexing your fingers as the sound subsided.

"Fine. Just one."

Nesta clutched onto a book, she held it close to her chest and inhaled your scent that still lingered on the pages.

The sunken hollows beneath her eyes were begging for life, for rest, but she refused to give it to them, not until she figured out a way to get to you. There was a moment of pause, a moment where she had found herself curled up in the place where you used to sit in the library, hoping that your lingering aura would tell her what to do, that some part of you left in Prythian would guide her to the answer she sought.

Amren hadn't found anything either, much to Rhys' blaring anger, part of his was ready to denounce his second for what she had done, and Nesta knew that no one would stop him from doing so, your void was impossible to fill.

The shadows around Azriel slumped against him, withering in the pain caused by your disappearance, they were reaching for you too that night and your fingers had almost grazing them, your warmth a sweet melody against their overcast sonnet. Their owner wasn't doing much better, neither was Eris who had no choice but to return to Autumn and face whatever questions posed by Beron.

Visions kept on taking control of Elain leaving her fitting and shuddering, her eyes rolled back into her head and turned milky white more than their usual hue, and all she did was mutter your name as Lucien braced her body against him so that she wouldn't hurt herself.

Prythian had felt lifeless, like you leaving had opened the gates to hell and the most vile beasts were ready to crawl through. The skies were grey, the birds didn't dare to sing, and the world felt as though it had stopped turning.

Then there was the disappearances. Fae males, females and children of all ages vanishing from sight, Cassian was monitoring the situation, he was trying to figure it all out with Rhys and the limited capability of Azriel. They couldn't find anything, nothing that would lead them to the culprit. No bodies. No blood. Nothing.

The House of Wind groaned in the whipping wind, so fierce that it would leave your cheeks red and eyes watering, and Nesta sat there with your favourite book clasped loosely in her fingers, the one you carried with you always decorated in gold foreign markings that held a story of a land that may have existed once but hadn't been whispered of in thousands of years.

Nesta had been looking at the cover of the book for a long few minutes, admiring the hunter green cover and the faded golden scratches.

Scratches.

Nesta frowned, her fingers ghosting over the symbol with her eyebrows stitching themselves together. Flicking through the book, she found more of the intricate markings, ones that mirrored some of the more notable scars on your skin and her breath caught in her throat once she realised what you had done.

Some part of you knew what they meant.

It was clearly your writing, an angelic compilation of curved letters and question marks, and tears formed in her eyes as she spied the markings that would lead her to you.

Nesta rushed about the library, shoving furniture aside as close as it could be against the walls, she threw the woven rug across the room and gazed down at the bare floor like she could already see it opening up beneath her feet. The door opened, hitting against the arm of the chair, and Rhys stood their with Azriel and Cassian peering over his shoulder at her; she guessed that she looked crazy, with the swollen eyes and pale skin, with the hair falling from her coronet, but she didn't care.

"I need paint, something that I can draw with," the book was open in her hands and she knelt on the ground, Rhys must have mentally called for Feyre, because none of the males went to fulfil her request and instead stepped into the room and asked the eldest Archeron sister what she had found. Nesta offered the book to them, the one with your markings and writing etched around the words printed on the page, "They're her markings, she drew them, she wrote what they meant. I think I can use them to find her."

Again, the door swung open to reveal Feyre stood there, looking as exhausted as they all did, with a bucket of onyx paint wrapped in her fingers. Feyre had busied herself with Elain, she was trying to help Lucien care for her whilst also keeping a very close eye on Nyx who slept in the same bed as his parents these days.

The paint sloshed in the container, and Feyre placed it before Nesta who looked to the substance and then back to the pages. She dipped to fingers into the liquid, and her toes curled at the wetness of it, how it seeped into her nailbed and stained her digits.

Nesta carefully copied the markings you had jotted down in the margins of the book, markings of the eight-pointed star, the marking you had written to mean portal, and the one that you had said meant lost, and then she sat back.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, something did.

It was faint at first, a soft glow that they all would have missed if it didn't grow stronger by the second. The onyx paint glowed with veins of emerald green and the candlelight cowered at the pulsating power of it. Black mist drifted upward like a waterfall, splitting and rising, curving like a dome and attaching to the nearest particle until darkness consumed it, the green glow flickering inside of it until that too vanished.

Cassian moved to Nesta's side, his hand latched onto her shoulder just in case he needed to project her away from whatever she had opened on the floor of the library. Chills trickled down their collective spine and that's when Nesta knew that she hadn't opened a portal to you at all.

The soft clicking of heels sounded against the ground, echoing around them, the darkness parted like a curtain and faint white pulsing light flickered in the void, "Well, well. Look who's opened the door this time."

Rhys tensed and bared his teeth, snapping his head to Nesta with a seething breath. Out of the void walked Bryce, eyes cold and distant, a smirk playing on her plump lips, and she leaned against the threshold of the darkness with her arms folded over her chest and red wine hair pooling over her shoulders.

"What are you doing here?"

Bryce smirked, picking a loose thread from the stitching of her leather jacket as her gaze wandered about the room, "Don't ask me what I'm doing here. walked through an open door," her attention fell to Nesta, "I knew you had it in you," her eyes sparkled and fell to the book resting in Nesta's lap, she looked displaced, surprised by it, like it had been lost and now found, "Where did you get that?"

Confused, Nesta looked at the book littered in your scribe, allowing her mind to cast itself back to when you had first formed the attachment with it. It had spoke to you, you had told her, on a level deeper that spiritual.

"That's not your story to hold," Bryce growled, throwing her hand and beckoning for the bundle of pages, "It's the only thing that remains of her, give it to me."

Nesta rose to her feet and found herself needing to know why Bryce was so intent in taking the worn out thing from her grip, why tears were brimming in the corners of her eyes and desperation was bubbling within her, "Of who?"

"Y/N."

Nesta snapped her gaze to Rhys whose gaze softened at the name, his guard dropping if only slightly, "How do you know her?" Azriel asked, his voice low and hoarse, like he had cried his throat raw.

"How do I- What? She's my friend, she helped us defeat the most inhuman thing you could ever imagine and dragged it through a portal. I tried to find her, but I couldn't. She was just, gone."

The cogs began to turn.

That day Eris had found you, he said you were covered in blood, wearing a foreign armour and had talons sharp enough to tear flesh upon your fingers; he had said it looked as though you had stumbled right into Autumn from the battlefield. It was because you had, and you had brought something with you.

The claws scraping across Prythian belonged to whatever you had dragged with you, to the thing that had laid dormant to not alert you to its presence, but now that you were gone. Gods.

"When you say that this," Nesta held up the book, "Is the only thing left of her. What does that mean?"

Bryce blinked hard, her whisky amber eyes blazing in their sockets, "That's her story, someone alive during the time of the collapse of her empire wrote of it, of her and everything she lost. Give it to me, she'd want me to protect it."

It was clear that Bryce was unaware that you were still alive, maybe, and even Rhys felt a pang of sympathy for the whimpering girl before his eyes, "Y/N isn't dead. A week ago she was here, with us. Now she's gone."

"She was here?"

Azriel hummed, "Yes. She had no memory of who she was, we called her Flora. As soft as a petal in the rain at Spring."

Bryce scoffed in disbelief, "If she fell here then that means,” she trailed off with widened eyes that moved to gaze beyond the window to the dark clouds clinging to the skies, “It means he’s here too.”

The roomed dimmed, the sound of Bryce’s rushed breaths swelled inside of the four walls protecting them from the evil lurking beyond, it was watching them inquisitively, awaiting to see their next move. Azriel took a step forward, head tilted to the side and examining the girl before him, “Who?”

“Cados. Her brother,” wind rattled against the windows at the name like it was a forbidden thing, that to speak it meant death; branches scratched against the panes, “We have to find her. You don't know what he can do, she's the only one who can stop him."

"We're trying," Nesta's voice was quiet and wavering, she sounded as defeated as she looked as she held that book close to her chest.

Bryce's gaze softened, the portal rippled behind her in question, and then Bryce saw just how badly they were handling your disappearance. It reminded her of the time when you had sacrificed yourself for them, when she and Ruhn and Hunt had to watch hopelessly from the torched battleground as you tumbled through the sky wrapped around Cados' body, pulling him through one of your portals.

Bryce had waited weeks for you to come back until she succumbed to the gut wrenching realisation that you may not have made it.

There was no one as fierce as you, no one as cocky and intelligent, no one who had planned everything so meticulously that everyone around you would unknowingly follow each turn in the story. If you wanted someone to do something, they would, whether they knew it or not.

They called you Flora. You would have howled at the name, the pretty floral note that was stark in its difference to how Lunathion knew you.

"Do you have something of hers? When I landed here it was because the Starsword had called to Truthteller, like calls to like. If you do then perhaps we can use it to find her," Bryce motioned between herself and Nesta.

Rhys shuffled on his feet, "Her armour is here, would that suffice?"

The red wine haired girl nodded gently, the gears in her mind churning, "It would," she visibly winced like she had just realised something, pinching the bridge of her nose and exhaling through it, "I'll have to bring my clan through. Maybe try not to maim them Mr High Lord."

Nesta smirked, forgetting how much she loved the sarcasm and wit that consumed Bryce, and when Nesta thought of it, it made complete sense that she would be your friend. She could almost see it, the fleeting image of you in a tight dress swaying to the horrid music that had sang from that odd device in the cave that day. It seemed as though you were some kind of traveller of sorts.

One memory.

One tiny little memory.

But which one?

Orbs of frosted glass glowed in the open doorway that you had been avoiding, hovering at different heights and previewing images playing on the surface, and each one emitted its own soft audio, a glimpse into what you once were.

Standing in the centre of the pitch black pit, you struggled to choose one.

The ground rippled like when a pebble dropped into a shallow lake, flowing outward in a circular formation with every step you took. A thin black gown hung from your shoulders, there was no form to it, and the hem was damp from kissing the ground.

The spheres bobbed along like apples in a barrel at a fair, floating in front of your face. War. Love. Sex. Heartache. Friendships. It was all there in front of you, your story, but you didn't know where to start.

One of the orbs glowed brighter than the rest, it held an electric blue hue to it, the searing heat of it forcing smoke to rise and dance upward into the non-existent atmosphere, a house without shelter. The air shifted, it grew heavy and dense with desire, and you knew that orb of blue fire was the one.

Fire exploded around you, coating the walls and slithering along the ground, but not touching you, not harming you in any way. There was a woman, gold hair and blue eyes that matched your own, they even held the same currents of gold as yours did; she was regal, a queen if you'd ever seen one, and you were a ghost in the memory.

A version of you walked with her, arm in arm, through an all too familiar forest, turrets loomed overhead but not in a threatening way. There was a certain pity in her eyes that stirred a familiar pain in your gut, this version of you didn't look like you at all, she was a shell, young, pale and cowering, skin clear compared to what you now wore.

How old was this memory?

Words were muffled, and you had to to take a step forward to follow the flurry of words, to follow where the woman was taking you, ducking under arched branches and feeling peace with the trickle of the babbling brooks. It was a magical place, so magical that you felt your own magic swim inside of you.

The woman was so familiar, you found yourself examining her face, always floating back to those eyes, she didn't look much older than you but you weren't sure if that was due to the fae aging that clearly dwelt within her.

Her words was simple and soft, she was sorry, she would avenge your pain, she would make sure your home lay with her always, she would always stand with you, she would never allow you to feel alone and forgotten.

To whatever end.

Authors Note

It's finally hereeeeeee x

I know it's been ages, I'm so sorry! I kind of got into a writing slump with this fic as I started other projects :(

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poisonedprose · 11 months

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₊˚✧ we were never just friends.

best friend!ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings: 2.2k words, use of y/n, curse words, small nsfw themes, mostly angst, fluff at the end

masterlists , part 1

Months passes since your quarrel with Ellie. She was spending more time with Cat than ever. To be honest, she was spending more time with everyone, everyone except you. You'd run into her within the small walls in Jackson occasionally or on the off chance the two of you were put on patrol duty together.

You two aren't paired up as much anymore. She had probably asked not to be paired up with you. You pretended it didn't bother you, spending more time with Dina and Jesse, but with each passing second that you weren't talking to Ellie the more it killed you inside. Had you overreacted all those months ago? Had you actually been out of line? Was there any way to fix this? Or have you dug yourself your own grave?

It was probably far too late to mend things and the thought that you had fucked up the only thing that had a meaning in your life crumbled you to pieces. Sure, you could swallow your pride and march down to her house right this second if you wanted to. You could explain yourself for all your worth but there still was no guarantee that Ellie would even give you the time of day.

The wind howled and the trees glided through the crisp air of the night. Your mind couldn't seem to shut down as you tossed and turned restlessly on the bed. Ellie would always be the one to help you when you had nights like these. You sighed, getting out of your warm bed and going into the contrasted cold kitchen. You rummaged through the fridge, trying to find something that might help you sleep.

You groaned with frustration as you found it was all useless. You settled for a cup of tap water, closed the fridge, and reached into the cupboard, and picked the first glass you saw. You turned the faucet on, the horrid sound of water hitting the metal sink was harsh on your ears. You quickly moved the cup under the flowing water, only stopping when the glass was half empty.

You leaned against the counter after shutting the tap off, taking small sips of the rather distasteful water. You felt more awake than ever and of course, you had a patrol shift soon. You sighed again, turning around to dump the water out although you've only had a few sips. You leave the empty glass in the sink, you'll wash it some other time, you think to yourself as you pad your way back to bed.

The bed was colder this time. It seemed like you couldn't catch a break anymore. I mean, everything felt like it was always against you. Tears threatened to fall over nothing really, it just felt like it was what you should do. Cry. Cry until the sun came up or until Jesse knocked on your door telling you to get your "lazy ass up." Cry until Ellie comes to apologize to you though she hadn't really done anything wrong, had she?

But you didn't, you didn't let yourself cry. You just lay, almost lifelessly in your bed, counting the cracks in the ceiling like sheep. Though, it didn't help, you were still awake and you were still tired and annoyed. Maybe it was time to let your pride go.

You got out of bed once again without really thinking. You picked up a random hoodie and pulled it over your spaghetti strap tanktop without really thinking. You slipped on your sneakers, not even bothering to tie them without really thinking. You definitely didn't think as you opened your door and started walking to Ellie's house.

Maybe this was a bad idea. No, you knew it was a bad idea but the sleepiness that crept through your veins was enough to detour you from going back home. Jackson was frighteningly empty. Everyone was asleep this time of night, people had jobs to attend to early in the morning. It was sort of peaceful though. Having the entire town to yourself.

Ellie and you had roamed the empty streets of Jackson on far too many warm nights. Taking secret horseback lessons, or wandering buildings that hadn't been locked up properly, or even sneaking through the walls and roaming just outside Jackson. You had seen your first deer during one of those times. It was a fawn, eating some berries off a bush. It was quite sweet to see and to experience it with Ellie was a one in a million feeling.

The two of you hadn't done anything in such a long time and with every corner you turned or with every street you crossed you hoped she would show up, unannounced like always, and lead you away until you were both out of breath from laughing at one of her stupid jokes.

You hadn't even realized you were at Ellie's front door. You took a deep breath as you stared at the familiar door. "It's not too late to turn around." You thought to yourself only to scold your own mind seconds later. You swallowed harshly and knocked on the door, probably lighter than she could even hear. When she didn't open the door you sighed and began walking back to your own home.

"Y/N?" You turn around to see Ellie standing at the door, it only being opened halfway. You hadn't even heard her open it over your loud footsteps on her front concrete stairs. You stood and stared silently at her for a moment. You didn't get this far and to be honest with yourself, you didn't even know what was happening until right now.

"Hello?" She stepped through the door, now walking to the step just above the one you were on and waving a hand in front of your face. "Are you alive in there?" She scanned your face for any sign of distress but found nothing but your blank stare. It was silent for a few more moments, the both of you just staring at one another.

"Okay, well, I'm going inside now." She turned around to go back in and you could feel everything start to slip through the gaps of your fingers. "I can't sleep." You caught her attention, turning around to look back at you right before she reached the door. "Try warm milk." She said plainly before beginning to walk back into her house.

She was really done with you, you thought. A look of anguish and sorrow ridden on your face. You stood still as you watched her reach the door walking in just barely before stopping in her tracks. You couldn't hear the sigh she let out but you could see the way her body rose with the breath she took and then seep back to normal as she released it. You watched with intent, unsure of what she was doing.

Reluctantly, she turned around, looking at you with a face full of an emotion that you didn't know she could feel. "Come on." She jerked her head gently to gesture for you to come in. You don't respond. Your head reeling with endless questions with no answers. "Before I change my mind." She said sternly when she noticed your lack of movement.

You didn't need her to tell you a third time, walking up the two steps and into the familiar house that you had missed so much. She shut the door behind you after you walked in. The cold air hit you like a ton of bricks, Ellie's house was always so cold. She's always preferred it cold rather than hot.

You took off your shoes and left them next to hers. You were thankful you decided not to tie them. Once you were finished, you looked at her as she started walking away. "Hurry up." You followed her quickly to her bed. "I'm only doing this for an hour. If you don't fall asleep before then, you're screwed." She spoke maliciously as she got into bed and gestured for you to lay next to her.

You nodded as you got into bed, immediately being scooped up by Ellie's sturdy arms. You melted into her almost instantly, your head resting on her chest. Ellie would never admit it, but she missed this. She missed having you in her arms on the nights you couldn't sleep. "Won't Cat be mad about this?" You whispered and hoped not to make her mad.

"Uh, me and Cat broke up. I figured Dina told you." She whispered back into the top of your head as she stroked your hair. "Oh, I didn't know. I'm so sorry, Els." You snuggled closer into her to show your sorrow for her. "Don't worry about, Y/N." She laughed softly, the vibrations of her laugh comforting you in a way you didn't know was possible. "I wasn't that crazy about her." She admitted with a bitter taste on her tongue.

"I was, uh, crazy about someone else." She laughed again but it was nervously this time. Her body was warm compared to the frigidness of her home. "Who?" You knew it was none of your business, you knew she probably wouldn't tell you, but your curiosity was quicker than your brain.

She didn't answer and you assume you'd crossed the line. "Sorry, I shouldn't of-" She cuts you off. "You." You lift your head off her chest enough to look at her. "Me? Me what?" She Ellie laughed for a moment, moving some of your hair out of your face. "It's you I was crazy about."

You didn't know what to say or do. This whole time you thought she wanted nothing to do with you, thought Ellie had ridden you out completely. Ellie had felt the same way about you that you did about her. Out of every word in that sentence, one stuck out to you. Was. She was crazy about you.

When you didn't say anything, she took it as a sign to keep talking. "That's why I was such an asshole that day." You didn't have to ask what day you already knew, how could you not? "It's not an excuse or anything." The look on your face told her everything she needs to know. "Look-" "Was?" You cut her off and apparently, the look on your face didn't tell her everything she needed to know.

"Yeah. I know I was with Cat and-" You cut her off again but not with words this time. You pressed your lips firmly against hers and to say Ellie was taken back by your sudden actions would be an understatement. She gently pushed you off her, looking at you with an apologetic look.

"Hey, you don't have to-" Once again you don't let her finish her sentence. "I've been in love with you since we were 16." You whispered, a little taken back by how forward you were being. A confession was not on your to-do list today. "What?" Ellie didn't sound mad or annoyed but more surprised. You could see her analyzing something in her head, her eyes rolling all over your face.

"16? Are you kidding me?" You froze, scared that she might be a little mad now, but instead, all she did was laugh. "For fucks sake. You could've saved me a lot of pointless relationships if you'd told me then." She admitted and ran a hand through your hair. The look of your confusion was enough to make her laugh again. "Well, I guess I have to say it too. I've been in love with you since we were 16 too."

This really wasn't on your to-do list. "You still are?" You ask, her use of the word 'was' still messing with you. "Never stopped." Her eyes flicked down from your eyes to your lips. Without another word, she reattached her lips to yours. You sat up more and Ellie was quick to swing one of your legs over her lap so that you were straddling her.

Your mind grew hazier with every passing second. The kiss was messy, teeth clashing and tongues wrestling with need. Ellie's hands rested on the back of your thighs, your hands residing in her hair. It was fully down for once and you'd be a fool not to take that to your advantage. She slides her hands up every so slightly, being met with the fabric of your short sleep shorts.

She pulled away, eyes boring into yours. She couldn't believe that after years of pining, chasing someone who was, unbeknownst to her, also chasing her. "The only reason why I know this is real right now is because if this was a dream, your clothes would have been off 5 minutes ago." She laughed and you couldn't help but laugh along. "If this was a dream your clothes would have been off as soon as I walked through the door." You joke back, your sorrow-filled heart quickly becoming whole again.

"You need to get some sleep." She laughs as she pats your butt lightly. "I'm just being honest." Your smile is bigger than ever and Ellie thinks it might be the cutest thing she's ever seen. "Go to sleep, knucklehead." She pushed your head down onto her chest, laying her hand in your hair. "Goodnight, Els." You whisper as you can already feel the sleepiness overtake you. "Goodnight, hun." You can feel your heart swell with delight one last time before sleep overtakes you.

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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saving sirius from azkaban & baby harry headcanon (remote island au)

au headcanon where you and young!sirius black flee the country to live on a remote island and raise baby harry instead of going to azkaban

pairing: sirius black x fem!ravenclaw reader / sirius x remus, if you squint

warnings: swearing

a/n: i'm seriously having so much fun writing this au. thank you to ALL who have read, liked, reblogged, and commented. we only have one part left!

part one | part two |

"will we wake in the morning and know what it was for? up in our bedroom after the war?

during the war, your parents leave the country and flee to a remote island in the mediterranean. because your mother has roots in the region, hiding out there guarantees the family diplomatic immunity in the wizarding world.

your parents beg you to go with them but you refuse to leave sirius behind. besides, you want to stay and fight and are furious with them for not wanting to do the same. they want nothing more than for you to live, arguing that there are more important things than being brave and being noble. it’s important to protect the ones you love as well.

devastated that you won’t be going with them (you are an adult, afterall), your father leaves you an in-case-of-emergency box sealed with blood magic. it's a way out. turns out once the war began, your father began stealing and distributing objects from the ministry to those in need. he wanted to help as many people survive the war in his own way.

when you discover that the potters are dead and that sirius has been arrested for it, it brings you to your knees. it's remus who delivers the news, which leads to an argument. "we're wasting time arguing over his innocence, moony." "i know that you love him. i love him too. but there were twelve witnesses!" "and they're wrong. sirius wasnt the secret keeper. peter was. we didn’t tell anyone because, well because then sirius could be the decoy. That must’ve been why he was searching for Pettigrew in the first place.”

"help me, remus. please. help the man we both love."

remus agrees to help you, choosing to believe in his friend's innocence.

you unseal the box with your own blood and you and remus find three things inside: a time turner, a letter from your father, and a spell torn out of your family's grimoire.

the letter reads: "my dearest darling, i know that you'll never leave england without sirius so i'm giving you an out. should you choose to join your mother and i, i've left you with clear instructions on how to get to us. there's an old wardrobe in your childhood bedroom. it has a twin. you will need to open a portal within it that will take you to our safe house. once you make it through, you must destroy its twin. this is the only thing that will guarantee your safety. be careful, my love. love, your father."

p.s. oh, and i have the feeling you may need this too.

you and remus work together to formulate a game plan and a timeline of events so you can go back far enough in time. since it's an illegal time turner, you are able to turn back time further than 12 hours.

packing a bag full of things you'll need to get started in your new life, and using an expander charm to do so. it's full of things like you and sirius' clothes, blankets for baby harry, toothbrushes, the toys sirius had bought for harry a few days ago, as much money as you had on hand -- the rest you'd figure out when you got to the island

you & remus travel back together just before harry is dropped off at the dursleys. while remus agrees to tail hagrid and retrieve baby harry, you go after sirius.

hear me out: you both absolutely have to wear spooky, witch hooded cloaks. i don't make the rules.

it's a long and hardwon rescue, getting to sirius just before he's about to be transported to azkaban. the patronus you produce almost takes it out of you, but you must muster up to the strength to apparate back to your childhood home.

sirius is not himself. he's been sedated with magic while incarcerated and you're not sure how you'll explain it all to him when he finally comes to.

remus has chocolate for you, upon arrival, knowing you'll need to build your strength up.

you barely make the cutoff that you and remus agreed on. when you arrive, sirius in tow, remus is teary eyed as he holds baby harry. he can't believe he and sirius wasted so much time thinking the other were the traitor. he can't believe he's losing two of his best friends in one day.

"take care of them, will you? and when it's safe, don't be a stranger," he pleads.

the fact that sirius and remus had turned against each other during the war had been eating at you, so in a way, you're grateful that the boys can finally smooth things over -- even if under the worst circumstances.

"i love you, remus. i'll tell him. i'll tell sirius about everything you've done for us."

with that, you take baby harry and a spelled sirius through the armoire.

once you're inside of the armoire, it's almost as if you're walking down a very long hallway. it's dark, with only your wand's light to guide you. you have to trust the journey, even when it feels like you'll never see the other side.

baby harry strapped to your chest and sirius follows, hand in hand, like a zombie behind you. even though he's not himself, you never let go of his hand.

when you finally reach the other side, you arrive at a cottage, stepping out of the twin armoire. you cast the spell your father left you to sever the connection between armoires. once a still-enchanted-sirius and harry have been put to bed, you move the armoire outside and spend all night performing the ritual to destroy the armoire and any remaining enchantments for good.

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salvadorbonaparte · 4 months

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Hi! I go to UMass Amherst! I'm in my third year of undergrad so take all of this with the consideration that my experience will be quite different than a grad student's, but I have certainly got some things to say about public transportation and the area :)

Main thing: despite the fact that public transport /exists/, it's.... not great honestly. People make it work but a car will make your life 10 times easier.

As a UMass student you'd get free access to the PVTA buses run by UMass transit, which can generally get you around campus, most places in Amherst itself, and some surrounding towns like Sunderland (more residential) and Hadley (quite a few grocery stores/chain restaurants). UMass Transit don't ask to see ID, either. You just hop on and go. However, this means that buses are often really crowded at rush times and especially so during rainy or snowy weather. These buses also do not consistently run on time, so you would not want to rely on the scheduled times; instead, look at the tracking apps. I have a few friends who live off campus without cars and they make it work, but it does often mean planning classes/work around the busses. It's certainly not CONVENIENT.

During the academic year you would also be able to get to Northampton and Springfield free with your student ID. They do charge fares over school breaks. The bus to Northampton leaves hourly and is much more consistent with timing than the UMass transit busses. The bus to Springfield, the closest "bigger" city, runs (I think) every two hours. All these busses are run by the PVTA as well, but not under the UMass transit umbrella.

From Springfield, you can catch Amtrak trains -- the Northeast Regional runs there, as does the Vermonter, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some. Springfield is also the home base for Peter Pan buses which operate frequent buses to NYC, Boston, Hartford, and other locations in the general Northeast.

There is a bus to Worcester, where you can catch an Amtrak or connect to the Boston commuter rail to get to Boston pretty cheap, but it is /crappy/. Due to PVTA driver shortages they usually run it as a van, not a full bus, and frequently passengers will be left behind even after people squeeze onto the floor of the van and sit in the back or in the aisle for the 2-hour ride. It costs about $9 to go from UMass's transit hub to Worcester. Once I got stranded in Worcester and had to uber back to Amherst because that van only runs about 3 times a day and not every day of the week, last departure around 4 pm.

The Amherst area has a housing crisis right now as UMass consistently admits increasingly more undergrads than it can house, and therefore once those undergrads finish their first year and are no longer guaranteed on-campus accommodations many of them move off-campus to Amherst and its surrounding towns. The best, cheapest, and most convenient housing is usually locked down by returning students the winter before an August move-in for the fall semester. This pushes many new grad students to the surrounding towns like Sunderland, South Deerfield, etc, where buses are a bit of a crapshoot and campus is no longer within reasonable walking distance. Housing's also pretty expensive for the semi-rural location. I'm looking at off-campus housing for next year and will be happy if I can find a place where I'll pay less than $1000 a month (usually, this covers a room in a shared apartment or house).

All this said, the area itself is beautiful, and I've had a great experience with the academics here. I have heard really good things about the translation and linguistics programs and I'm sure you'd be able to find a great niche. You'll also be in close proximity to 4 other great schools (Smith College, Mount Holyoke College, Amherst College, and Hampshire College) and have the ability to take classes, work with profs, etc from those schools through the 5 college exchange program. I don't know what PhD program you're thinking of applying to but I'm in the comparative literature undergrad program (complit encompasses a lot of our translation classes, undergrad and grad level) and have nothing but good things to say about the faculty, the grad student instructors I've had, and the program as a whole.

Feel free to reach out for more information if you'd like!!

Thank you for the info!

Unfortunately I can't drive (never learned) so I'd have to rely on buses. The bus system in Ireland was surprisingly bad (almost daily delays and I lived an hour away from campus) and in Spain I lived on a mountain in the middle of nowhere so grocery shopping took up to 5h but minimum 3h so by now my standards are pretty low. I'd love to travel a little while I'm there (Boston, Salem, Maine, Buffalo etc) so I'm just glad there's buses and trains at all. A free bus system that's kinda crappy is still better than one that doesn't exist or one that's crappy and expensive (shout out to Ireland's 2€ bus fares and Hannover's 8€ metro tickets)

The housing situation is a little worrying but I'm not above a flatshare and I'd get a scholarship so I'm sure I'd find something?? But I'll start looking as soon as soon as I know where I'm moving to because the housing situation is bad in those cities too.

I know something who went to Smith and someone who went to Mount Holyoke so I heard good things about the general region and landscape etc.

The professors I talked to (German Department) were really nice and it sounds like a really cool phd program. Even though Amherst is not as prestigious as two of the other unis I'm applying to it's a very good school and I'd be happy to go there if that's the one I get accepted by/the one I pick.

#Asks

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Hey girl! Glad you have some time off!

How about Mike Dodds - "what exactly am I looking at here?"

hahahah I MEAN, i only work 2-3 days a week anyways LOL. but having particularly Saturday off is weird cause our numbers are usually higher on Sat (hence why im the second bartender in, it's more guaranteed that i'll end up working) but it's a long weekend so i guess not this week (but ive gotta manage tmr so...)

ALSO, gonna do these as like, little blurbs/sceanrios so i don't put too much effort into them and lose all the motivation to work on the ch's i'm also doin rn lol

You loved Mike with all of your heart, you had from the moment you'd laid eyes on him. Goofy grin on his cheeks, laugh barely faded from them, sparkle in his eye as he joked with a friend. Then he glanced your way, catching you watching and everything from the smile to the sparkle grew by a tenfold. You blushed, quickly glancing away before looking up again and his gaze was still on you, the smile softer, but one that you'd never forget.

It didn't take much longer after that first night for the two of you to fall in love. You spent each weekend together, exploring the city and taking full advantage of the autumn celebrations. As the weather cooled you took even more advantage of the excuse to curl up inside on the couch with a fuzzy blanket, giving Mike puppy dog eyes until he gave you all the perfect cuddles you desired. You were engaged on New Year's Eve, at an intimate yet fancy party at the Dodd's brownstone and there wasn't a dry eye in the house.

You had the perfect life together, and not long after the wedding you gained another family member when you gave birth to your first child. After your second was born, Mike started to feel a little apprehensive about continuing on his work with the NYPD. He wanted to make sure that you and the kids would always have him, that he wasn't going anywhere and he couldn't guarantee that with his career. So he put in his papers, retired from the NYPD with a full pension to be a stay at home dad and he had never been happier.

Mike was an amazing husband, and he was an even more incredible father. You weren't sure how he would handle it at first but he was an absolute rock star. You'd get the kids up in the morning together before Mike would give you a kiss and the kids would swarm you with hugs before you left for work. And each day when you got home dinner was at least started if not ready while the kids were tuckered out on the couch occupied with tv, colouring or playing quietly together. They'd tell you about how Dad took them on adventures each day, and occasionally you'd get presents from places like the zoo or aquarium, or sometimes even just a cool rock from their time at the park. Whatever adventures they went on you were never really sure, especially on the days that they didn't leave the house.

That was until you decided to call it a half day and left work early. You picked up a pizza, some soda and a case of beer for Mike on the way home. You knew you were earlier than normal so you expected a little bit of a surprise, but you certainly weren't expecting what was on the other side of the door.

The living room was both torn apart and put back together. The torn apart meant the cushions of the couch were gone, blankets strewn across the room. The put back together meaning that they were all intricately hung up around the room, stuck to the ceiling beams and extending out, pinned to the walls on either side. It appeared they'd used every blanket and towel in the house to make the ultimate blanket fort, full of every single pillow and the blow up mattresses you used for guests. The fort overtook the tv and you could hear it playing, little giggles and laughter coming from within. You placed your shopping down on the counter and the sound alerted Mike, his head popping out of the corner of the fort. He had that wicked bright smile on his face and you couldn't help but smile in return.

"What...exactly am I looking at here?" You asked, raising a brow and Mike laughed. Before he could even reply the shrieks of your children echoed through the room before they burst from the fort, racing toward you for hugs and kisses.

"Daddy helped us make the best fort!" Your daughter squealed, shrieking as you scooped her up, peppering her face with kisses.

"It's real cozy inside!" Your son explained, accepting the kiss you dropped onto the top of his head.

"I'll bet. How about you two go wash your hands and we can have dinner?" They scurried off down the hallway as Mike crawled out of the fort.

"You're home early." He greeted you with a tender kiss, "sorry. i was planning on having it all cleaned up."

"Don't worry about." You popped up on your toes to kiss him once more, "I got pizza. is it really that comfy in there?" You nodded toward the fort and he laughed, but nodded.

"Surprisingly so."

"Well, it's almost halloween, let's do some festive movies and have dinner in the fort."

There were gleeful shrieks from both kids at that, jumping up and down as they got to choose what kind of pop they wanted with their dinner. Mike wrangled things while you got changed into something cozier and the four of you made your way back into the fort. Mike tossed an arm around you as the two of you leant back into the bottom of the couch and once pizza was done you each ended up with a kid on your lap. Wiped out from their full adventure day with dad it didn't take long before both of them were asleep in your arms and you were carrying them to be tucked into bed.

"I'll clean this up." Mike murmured, kissing your cheek as he nodded toward the living room and you let out a little hum.

"Why don't we leave it for the weekend? Have a little more fun."

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah." You looped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him again, "i love you."

"i love you too."

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midnightsconspiracy · 2 years

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Guaranteed

Guaranteed - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Sometimes life is not guaranteed, neither is Hank Voight

Warnings: None

Word Count: 787

Requested: Yes!!

Hey, I love your work, honestly, you're my favourite! Would you mind writing something for Hank Voight? Something to do with the quote "I love you and maybe one day I'll be what you need, but I can't wait forever. Even if I want to." You can decide how it ends, I trust you 💕 I saw this quote and somehow it reminded me of Hank!

A/N: Um... so it's been a while. I have until September off from uni so hopefully I'm going to publish a lot more content, so stay tuned! :)))

You knew he loved you, that he really did love you, and that deep down the connection between your souls truly did belong together. But there was always a thought stored deep down within your heart, that questioned whether he was ready enough to move on, from Camille, from Justin and from his past life. And despite his claims that he had accepted the past and was ready for a future with you, you knew the truth of it all. He was still grieving the loss of the two most important people in his life, even if they had died years ago. And that was ok, because you loved him, and you would allow him the time he needed to process the events properly, even if that meant you leaving.

The thought weighed on your mind for weeks constantly, should you stay to help the man you love grieve another woman or should you give yourself a fighting chance of finding love with someone who was ready to love you equally? With each passing day, your inner conflict continued to brew, going back and forth between both conclusions. One minute you'd make your mind up just for it to change the second you saw him. Your whole life felt as if it was falling apart, pulling you down into a state of sadness and confusion. But it would take only one evening for your decision to finally be made, allowing yourself to gain the clarity you needed.

Throughout your relationship, Hank had always insisted he would rather spend time at your place, rather than his, giving you a multitude of excuses about why his place was off limited. It was either he wanted you to feel comfortable being in your own space or his was not very welcoming or his heating had broken, something always came up. To others, it seemed a little suspicious, but you knew what Hank was like, he was a private man, had his own business on the side, thus you just respected his wishes, no questions asked. And so when the chance of visiting his house had arisen, you had jumped the chance, just wanting a little sneak peek into your man's life. Although the only problem was you hadn't quite been invited, instead instructed to visit the man at his residence under the orders of Platt, in order to give him some necessary police files.

Knocking lightly on the door, you waited patiently outside, listening for any noises coming from within. After some faint shuffling and mumbles, the door swung open, revealing the stature of your confused looking boyfriend.

"What are you doing here?" Hank asked, eyebrows furrowed at your unexpected appearance.

"Trudy asked me to give you these, can I come in?" Deciding to forgo his answer, you pushed the files into his hands walking straight into the house. But instead of being greeted by a warm home as you'd expected, your reason to leave harshly slapped you into reality. In front of you stood a large wall, adorned with photos of Hank's old life, his wedding day, his child's birth, Justin growing up, Camille's last days. But none of you, none of the hundreds of photos you'd taken over your five-year relationship.

And although you'd known this would be the case, seeing it in person really made you understand the gravity of the situation, you could never compete with her, not now anyway. The future, maybe, but you couldn't waste your life holding onto a hope that was not guaranteed.

Turning round to face the man, you bought his face into your hands, watching him as he became more confused by the second. Just looking at him made you want to break down in tears, tell him it was all worth it, but you knew it wouldn't be fair on either of you and so you pulled yourself together knowing this was what's best.

"Hank," you softly spoke, trying to hold in the tears that were pricking at the corner of your eyes.

"I love you," stroking his cheek you relished in what could be the last moments you'd ever have with him. Swallowing thickly you continued, wishing the lump in your throat away.

"Maybe one day I'll be what you need, but I can't wait forever. Even if I want to"

And despite the lack of context in your words, he knew exactly what you were talking about. Because no matter how much he loved you at that moment, he couldn't watch himself hurt you anymore.

Pulling your hands away, you looked at him one last time, memorising whatever you could, before walking away to an uncertain future, a future in which Hank Voight would never be guaranteed.

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yinyinggie · 1 year

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PSPSPSPS YINGGG about the advice thing teehee

do you have advice on forming and keeping meaningful relationships? idk why i always have so much trouble with this TT

forming meaningful relationships

give them time!

the right people will come to you at the right time, stay patient and trust that there will be people for you :)

you can also reach out to people who give you good vibes and who make your gut feel good! your instincts never lie

learn how to attune yourself to other people's emotions – people pick up on these things and you naturally attract others.

remember to always love yourself first, before loving others! being satisfied and content with yourself helps you to look for the good in others than comparing yourself at first glance.

watch how people interact with others! if there are people who naturally treat others with respect and kindness, gravitate towards them.

also try looking for people with things past a common ground! it's nice to form friendships where you like the same things, but it's typically not telling of who they are as a person as well :")

if they do things that hurt you, don't take it too personally – especially if it wasn't directed at you. it sucks to see that side of them but we all have those days

always follow up after you've met someone! invite them to hang out, get lunch together, go somewhere that lies within your common ground! it's always nice to get to know someone better, especially after you've hit it off.

always, always, always be yourself. attract people with your own personality, not someone else!

don't wait on someone to ask for your help – go ahead and offer! this shows that you take your relationship with them seriously and you're a good friend. they'll come back – not just for your help.

try to respond quickly! (i'm not the best at this) responding fast allows people to understand that you're here for them. while sometimes, responding in 2 days can't be helped, just try hehe

don't be too judgemental. sometimes it ends up clouding our opinion of them and it gets hard to see the good parts of them after a while. it's alright to have an opinion, but don't let it take over your entire relationship!

ask them about their love language, if you've been acquaintances for a while but you want to be better friends! people usually don't mind this question and it can even be a fun ice breaker. this also establishes their boundaries (e.g. they're not comfortable with physical touch, but they love encouragement and one-on-one friend time)

pick your battles – especially if you disagree with them about something. it's good to make a stand but it's not good to keep arguing with them all the time; so pick your battles to fight. it's okay to agree to disagree.

show up for them! if they've had a bad day, talk to them, ask them if they want to talk about it. chances are, they'd come to you when you're having a bad day too.

a secret is a secret.

ask them if they want advice, or comfort. differentiating between the two is highly important because it could really go either way. always ask before giving.

be genuine! be authentic! be yourself! it's always 100% guaranteed that you'd find people with you're you.

have fun, and be patient! these relationships take time to form. trust that there will be people. you got this!!

#hi misha thanks for popping by!!#– ying.talks #– ying.falling in love with the world ♡#advice #relationship tips

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year

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Obey Me matchup for @alina-awen

A/N: Here is the second part of your first match up request! I'm sorry that it took so long to get out to you! I hope that you like it!😊

I match you with......

Barbatos

• Dad friend meets mom friend😊. No, seriously. Barb here has some dad friend vibes going off on him, not to mention he's basically helped raise Diavolo and takes care of so much, even if it is his job. Seeing your mom friend self, it makes his tail wag (when it's visible)

• So, with as busy as this butler is, everything thay he does and has on his plate, it makes sense that days are few and far between, but you bith certainly make the most of whatever time you both have. It honestly feels more special in that way.

• He knows of your love of traveling. If he is relieved from hus duties for the day by his lord, then you can guarantee that he has a portal opened up to the human realm. Anywhere you want to go, he will have you there in a manner of seconds. Just seeing your eyes shine and the smile on your face is enough for him.

• Your love for books and reading reminds him of a certain fourth born occupying the House of Lamentation. He will sometimes go to said fourth born to gather insight on possible recommendations of books to get you, or even borrow some (with the promise that they will be returned in proper shape), or he may even find a few little book shops to either take you too, or surprise you with some new copies.

• He takes up residency within the palace, meaning (if you want), you may stay there as well. You both will be able to see each there throughout the day as he is working, and you get to live life in a palace. It works out very well for the both of you.

• Now, if you have your own place outside of the palace, he is sure to visit you.... a LOT. May even do some chores for you here and there so you won't have too much to do upon your arrival.

• Speaking of arrival, yours was one that he had known about, via his powers, but the one thing that bad eluded him, was the future that you two had now, where the two of you were in a rationship. That is something his power did not show him, but you will not find him complaining. It brought you two together.

• He knows of video games, mostly hearing about them from the third born, Leviathan. Though, he as personally not played them really at all, with his busy schedule and all, but if it's lager in the evening, he will retire with you for the night, maybe watch you play as he either leans softly on your back or even his head in your lap (he finds it remarkably comfortable). Sometimes he will speak with Levi about recommendations about what to get you........ he has received many ideas.

• Thanks to just how old the butler is, him picking up on a vast variety of languages is very plausible. Knowing rhat you'd love to learn and know more languages, he takes it upon himself to lersonally tutor you in any language that you would like to learn! He is a very good teacher, after all.

• Overall, despite his busy schedule, Barbatos always makes time to be able to be with you. He loves reading books to you in warmth of his room, watching you crazy various things with such skill, taking you on little trips and dates knowing just when the weather will be nice and perfect to suit your specific interests in clouds and some wind. He strives each day to have you happy. That started off as a future that was unknown to him and now, it's the only one he wants to continue to know and to live. With you at his side.

#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obe me #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #romantic #matchups

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pokemon-ash-aus · 1 year

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H zoroark guy here, doing this without anonymity because why not? And guess I'm rambling in story form because I've thought about this too much.

Mewtwo could say that they were happy. Living in the wild like this, protecting those that were harmed like they were while also moving on for those horrors.

Of course someone had to disrupt it.

Mewtwo stood to face the approaching being as the others fled to hide. Of course it was human, or looked like it.

A man, fairly tall with snow white hair. It was braided into a ponytail that feel over their right shoulder. Their eyes were an odd yellow but humans always had strange eye colors. They worn a red open jacket and a strange hat with a white and blue pin on it. There also appeared to be something hanging off their belt on the left.

"Good day to you Mewtwo. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Zack."

"What are you doing here human?"

"I am need of help that only you can provide."

"And why would I help a random human like you?"

"Because it would be in your interest to help me."

"Your mind."

"Can't read it? I'm resistant and I had quite a long time preparing to hide things from strong psychic types."

"Fine, why do you think I would help you?"

"It's Ash. I've been tailing him for a while and know about your history. I'd say you'd rather not like the situation he's in."

"The child is disaster prone and has survived everything thrown at them, even death."

"How about a bomb? He became world champion a while ago and someone didn't like it. They were caught but not before putting him in a coma."

"Ash is in a coma? That-"

"Means he can't further improve the relationship between humans and pokemon, which you want him to do. And I need him in working order within the next few years."

"Comas don't tend to last that long."

"Yes but even if he wakes before then he will have to go through treatment until he is fully better and that will not happen within the time I need. There is also no guarantee that he even wakes."

"... What exactly do you need from me?"

"A clone. I plan to make a clone of Ash and then transfer his soul to it."

"Clone technology is not known to me alone so why me?"

"This procedure is not exactly favored and may not be legal as it involves a temporary kidnapping of a comatose patient. So going to any human risks exposure of the plan."

"What would I get out of this?"

"I am willing to help you in any way I can achieve afterwards."

"Like what?"

"There is a multitude of things I can think of, giving you latest news, medical supplies, aid in difficult situations, even a disguise in public."

"For how long?"

"For as long as I am able."

"This does not seem trustworthy."

"Good, it is always smart to take things with a grain of salt."

"... Alright, I'll help but I don't trust you fully."

"I did not expect you to. Hopefully we will be successful with our tracks aligned like this."

Zack was managing the computer as Mewtwo checked over the mechanical parts before they started. They were just about ready to make the lifeless clone, ready for a soul to inhabit. Mewtwo floated down next to Zack and the conveyor leading into the machine.

"Is it ready?"

"Yes, though I need to make sure you know of this, he won't be human."

"You have mentioned this."

"Yes he will have to be a ghost type in order to make transferring his soul less risky, fortunately we have a sample of a ghost type that is able to disguise themself as human."

Zack loaded two vials into the machine, one of Ash's blood and the other of white hair.

"This is risky, it will be difficult for him to pretend to still be human."

"Yes, if he gets knocked out the disguise will fall and he will need strength to hold it which I have a solution for."

"You do?"

"If we mix another pokemon's DNA in, we could make them stronger and more resilient."

"I assume you already have an idea of what this pokemon is."

"You. You are a special attacker like the ghost type, you have the strength and sturdiness of a legendary and have the biological needs to hold a human-like mind."

"I.. No, I cannot allow that. I cannot allow another of my kind to come into being like this."

Zack sighed as they turned back to the computer.

"I figured that was going to your response."

"Then I assume you have a backup plan."

"Yeah but you're not going to like it."

"What do you m-"

Mewtwo was cut off by a three fingered and clawed hand appearing in front of them. The hand was palm larger than his face, which it grabbed and lifted him off the ground.

Before they managed to form an attack they were slammed onto the conveyor belt. A handle looking bar was placed around their neck. It magnetized to the belt, holding them down.

"Sorry the backup is not asking."

Mewtwo started to struggle against the restraint as Zack faded and was replaced by a towering white fox. They still had the jacket, hat and metal object attached to their belt. The restraint emitted an light blue powder at the press of a button on the computer.

Mewtwo kept fighting but found their strength fading as they grew drowsy. Zack pulled a spray bottle from their absurdly long air and sprayed it on their own face.

"Sorry about the sleep powder I need you to not fight this."

Everything faded to black as the conveyor started moving.

Mewtwo awoke enraged. Zack was on the other side of the room with the clone laying on a table and Ash on another nearby.

Mewtwo was going to rush Zack but thought against it so close to Ash. It took a moment to notice the screen showing the camera footage of the road leading to where they were. The convoy of vehicle on the road with flashing lights was confusing.

"Good you're up. We need to get Ash out of here. I already did the transfer. You know where to take him but you can't stay there. They can track your psychic energy. I'll get there as soon as I can to help him.

"Why the hell do you think I would help you now?"

"You still care about Ash and the clone tech we used. I already started the self destruct. However I'm going to stall the police until it goes off. I'll still hold up my end of the deal and I understand if you never do call on me."

"You tricked me."

"I didn't lie, everything I said was true but there are bigger problems even I didn't see coming. They figured out where we took him faster than I thought they would. You have to get him out of here."

"Why don't you do it?"

"I can trust you to keep him safe and it probably wouldn't be good for you to appear here, people will think you're the mastermind."

"You... I hate you."

"I know. When things blow over you can let out your anger on me all you want, just don't kill, I still have plans."

Mewtwo silently gathered Ash's new, unconscious body and teleported away. Zack shifted his form to a hooded figure and stepped outside to face the police arriving at the front. A screen above him showed the count down.

"Time's ticking, you better get out before the place goes."

Notes: Yes, Zack is an oc. The premise is they are a security head that got chosen as the hero of hisu and promptly died due to Arcues's shitty aim. Being revived as an apology but they were a bit too pissed and became a zoroark. They were later made a noble because of a deal and they are attempting to prevent both Ingo and the pla protag from getting sent back by keeping the current chosen of arceus as a candidate for getting sent back instead. It does not work. This is also not their last villain scheme.

Honestly, if i were Mewtwo, i'd just use psychic to kill Zach for the betrayal, especially with how painful it was XD

But this was really good! I see what you mean :D

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mercuriians · 2 months

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May I request a femreader x Sakura (Naruto) story? Reader has a dream of a small retelling of Rapunzel. Reader climbs Sakura's hair and is happy to talk to her. The story doesn't advance in reader's dream as Reader just happily talks to Sakura. She then wakes up from the dream, surprised to see Sakura waking Reader up.

princess in pink

content info — fem! reader, fluffy drabble, lowkey a disney crossover.

word count — 1.0k words.

author’s note — thank you for the request anon!! i apologize for taking an actual eternity to write this 🙁, my sense of motivation was not kind to me. however, the good news is that it’s back now! this story is a little on the shorter side but i hope you guys enjoy it still. :)

all around the town, there’s been word of a beautiful, fair young girl who can only be found within a spiraling tower.

it's a myth as common as can be, having survived a decade of being passed around and exchanged like a silver coin. most of the people believed it, of course, ever since the village's princess mysteriously went missing, but there were always those who remained unaffected by all the talk. "people will say anything nowadays," they'd say with a scoff before proceeding on with their usual day-to-day business. you, like the majority, stood firm by the myth. however, unlike the majority, your spirit was fierce, unrestrained, and above all, inquisitive. in your eyes, everything was a challenge waiting to be beaten, a puzzle waiting to be understood. so, naturally, you vowed to prove to everyone that the story was in fact real, and that there was someone who genuinely needed help.

because there was no way that the village's princess was dead.

two days after you turned eighteen, you finally ventured outside the town walls, carrying nothing with you but a lamp. you were dressed simply, wearing your weathered boots and an onyx cloak that ensured you stayed hidden amidst the shadows of the night. you'd also stolen your father's dagger just before you left, figuring that you might as well be prepared for anything. you were adventurous, but you weren't daft. safety wasn't guaranteed when you were essentially leaving behind the sole place you'd ever known. but then again, you suppose, that was part of what made this escapade so exhilarating.

so you set off on your awaited journey, not knowing what to expect and yet expecting everything all the same.

but, after four days of searching all over the land, scribbling unprecedented areas into your little map, and relying on the surprisingly delicious berry bushes you were fortunate enough to stumble upon, maybe the one thing you didn’t anticipate was the overwhelming long, thick, silky rope of rosy hair dangling over the grand tower’s open window, its ends touching the grass-covered grounds of the clearing. your eyes widened.

there was someone inside that tower—the princess.

after taking a brief but thorough look at the building, you deduced that there was no other way to get in, so you started walking towards the rope of pink hair. carefully, you set foot on it, steadying yourself as best you could. a few seconds passed, and with a sharp inhale, you felt yourself being lifted, the hair being used as leverage as you got closer and closer to the window. voluntarily, you willed yourself not to look down.

it was only a minute later that you found yourself face-to-face with the lost princess herself, your mouth completely agape as you took a moment to process several truths all at once. the rumors were in fact true—of course they were—and the princess was alive and well, and wow were her emerald eyes always so captivating—

"you've come to save me," she says a little breathlessly, gaze clearly bright with joy. "after all these years, i've been found! please, tell me your name."

the sound of her smooth voice is enough to shake you out of your stupor. clearing your throat and disregarding your momentary embarrassment, you offer her a smile as politely as possible before bending into a bow. "(y/n), princess sakura. i'm glad that i've finally located you. the village has been in a deep state of unrest ever since you disappeared."

for a moment, sakura's smile tightens, but she regains her composure so swiftly that you question whether you were merely hallucinating. "i'm sorry to have caused all the worry. it's all a bit of a long story, but i'll make sure to tell you it later. how did you find me?"

you explain the details of your journey to the princess, and she nods along attentively, her eyes rarely leaving yours. her soft giggle wafts through the air when you comment on how the berries you found lined up along the dirt path were a delicious, convenient snack. "when we get back to the village, remind me to bake you a blueberry pie," she hums pleasantly. "think of it as my way of saying thank you."

you can't stop the way a rosy blush dusts over your cheeks. “it’s alright, really,” you protest weakly. “i’m okay.”

sakura’s smile drops a bit, a more stern expression passing over her face. “are you refusing a gift from the princess herself?” she asks with a fair sense of sass, her lithe fingers curling around her hip for good measure. it’s rather cute, especially with the pout she’s now maybe unintentionally wearing, but you keep that observation to yourself.

immediately you shake your head, a slightly nervous smile ghosting across your lips. “not at all, i promise,” you assure her. “thank you kindly, my lady.”

the two of you talk for a long while, exchanging remarks until it seems like time has worn itself thin. it never registers in your mind that the nature of the reality eventually grows hazy, almost as if the moment has been frozen in place like a lake during winter. really, all you’re able to focus on is the princess in front of you, with her soft rosy hair and easy smile. her scent is delicate, somewhat like strawberries, but there’s a sense of a kind yet assertive strength that sharpens her gaze. it’s one that somehow gives you an impression of what the princess thinks of you—as equals, as people who stand on the same ground. it’s a nice, comforting feeling.

but then the world starts to shift, and you start to feel someone shaking you awake. that’s when you realize that your reality—the one you’d been living in before—has ultimately never even existed. light pours into your line of vision, and with a small groan, you look up. fortunately, a familiar pair of emerald eyes is there to greet you.

“hey there, sleepyhead,” sakura laughs, fondly flicking you on the forehead. “nap time’s over. did you dream of anything?”

#naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto shippuden #sakura haruno #naruto sakura #sakura x reader #sakura x fem reader #sakura fluff #rapunzel #female reader #✎— ❝devon writes❞

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its-ya-boi-autumn · 3 years

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Hi, so do you feel comfortable with doing a Kurapika smut where Kurapika finds out the reader (fem reader) is like vv stressed from whatever (work, helping Kurapika hunt down the fantom troupe, ext.) and decides to help her out? And can Kurapika have an overstimulation kink, and a stomach bulge kink? Ik it’s sort of specific, but can you a sprinkle in a generous amount of neck kisses? Thanks-

you can call me lovengie🍒

Of course I can Love~ I've been waiting for a request for ages, glad you sent one in!~ I'm feeling a little better for the time being so if anyone wants to send in a request I'd be happy to take some~ (especially the cute fluffy ones~) This one's a doozy, might of gotten a little carried away with writing it, hopefully it's up to your standards~

Edit: tell my why the fuck I just realized that when I put this into google docs to check the word count it was 8 fucking pages-

Word Count: 4190 (oh yeah definitely got carried away-)

Warnings: F! Reader, giving dom Kurapika, sensitive receiving sub reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, stomach bulge, slight impact play (spanked like once or twice), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, cockwarming near the end, slight angst (maybe), unprotected sex (please don't repeat ;-;), there's a bit of plot at the beginning but not much~

You began to become tired, hungry, and cold over the past few days. Kurapika was relentless, not even offering any sort of relaxation due to his need for revenge. Your energy was depleting and therefore your power was growing useless to him. Soon this anxiety took its toll on you and your agitation was only growing with the stress.

You'd managed to get him to stop for the night, cooped up in a small hotel room close by to where the phantom troupe was supposedly keeping quarters. You knew why he was being like this, why all of this mattered so much, but at the same time you started to wonder if it was actually worth it. After all, he may of been strong but just the two of you running after them by yourselves wouldn't be enough.

"Hey Kurapika," you started, ripping a brush through your wet hair, "do you think we could relax for a few days?" you already knew the answer, but you figured it wouldn't hurt to ask him.

"Are you crazy? Of course not, they're so close we've gotta keep moving y/n." the response was a guarantee, though you weren't quite discouraged.

"Hey, I'm not gonna be able to fight well at all if I'm this tired all the time. I can't even get to full powered nen because of this." the argument was futile despite the fact that it made perfect sense. Though nothing was going to make any sense to him so long as the troupe was within his grasp. The boy clenched his teeth, jaw tensing. Now you'd done it, but you didn't care. You knew your point made sense and you weren't just going to submit to this anymore.

"We can't sit here and argue about this. You're lucky I made this pit stop. This is all because you're acting weak-"

"Look, I know you want to keep moving and we can, but I need to sit for a few days."

"They'll be gone in a few days-"

"No they won't! They don't have anything they need. They're literally just down the way even if we stay right here, they'll still be there." You cut him off, pushing for your side of the argument. He stood from the window sill, facing you.

"If you wanna quit and leave then go ahead but I'm not going to let them sit in peace! I have no time for babysitting!" his voice had risen to quite a degree, almost frightening you if it hadn't been for the adrenaline already coursing through your body. The words still stung a little. Did he really find you that much of a burden?

You actually considered it for a moment, leaving. You knew that you couldn't really do this, keeping up with him and then fighting off an entire gang of powerful nen users? There was just no way. Not unless you got some rest for a few days. You inhaled.

"I'm not going anywhere," you set the brush down and zipped up the luggage bag you'd been carrying, "but if I don't get some sort of rest or replenish my energy enough I'm not going to be able to help you. So maybe it is better if you just go." you finished the sentence with laying down and turning over. Kurapika grit his teeth, turning back to face the window.

Later on in the night, he still hadn't slept. You never felt the weight of his body next to yours nor did he offer you any sort of comfort, too preoccupied in his own head as always. You thought to yourself that he really should relax. You couldn't sleep either however, too focused on what he'd said earlier that night. That he was babysitting. You didn't cry, but the words definitely hurt more than you'd of liked to admit. Again, the thoughts of simply leaving the job to him was floating in your brain, but you knew he wouldn't make it on his own. No matter what he said or how confident or driven he may have been. He'd need support. You'd give that to him, after all he was your boyfriend. It'd be the end of the relationship if you left, not just the mission alone.

Finally, after some dead hours in the night, the bed shifted as if someone laid next to you. Kurapika was finally going to sleep. You let out another sigh, relieved that he'd take the time to rest though knowing he'd likely get up extra early in the morning.

"Hey," his voice sounded groggy, "y/n?" the urge to ignore him kept you silent for a few moments, not quite ready to speak with him again.

"I know you're awake." he tried again, this time mocking comfort with a hand at your side. Kurapika gave your side a light squeeze, causing you to wriggle at the ticklish sensation. You let out a quick breath, throwing his hand off of you only for him to gently place it back. It moved up and down your waistline in attempt to soothe a false ache.

"About what I said earlier..." he kept his tone low, the feeling of his breathe on your neck gave you chills. You turned over, eyes meeting his. He looked so tired, bags hanging heavy under his eyes as they drooped in a similar fashion. You averted your gaze down to his chest, about to flip back over to fall asleep. He stopped you, keeping you facing him.

"I'm really sorry y/n. I guess I should've thought about you as well." hearing him say it flipped a switch in your brain.

"Thank you, I appreciate that." you whispered back to him, really just too tired to speak at the moment. Again when you tried to flip onto your other side he stopped you.

"Come here." the command sent another flurry of shivers through your back. You remained still as he closed in on you. Hip lips met yours for a brief moment, only enough to send blood rushing to your cheeks. That was definitely unexpected. Kurapika did it once more, then moved down to your cheek and jawline, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin below your ear. Your breathing accelerated slightly, your chest flushing at the contact. The hand on your waist moved across your stomach, drawing circles with his palm around your belly button.

"I apologize for my outburst, again I hope I didn't hurt you." he spoke through kisses, peppering the side and front of your neck, nibbling here and there near your collarbone. The circles on your stomach stopped only for him to move up and down, teasing your skin with tingles and subtle shockwaves both downward and upwards. You could feel your nipples perk beneath the thin fabric of the shirt and your panties moisten a little through your pajama pants.

"I didn't mean it like that." he apologized yet again, shifting to be on top of you. Kurapika's hand moved higher and higher until finally his fingertips brushed against one of your breasts. His head moved to the other side of your neck, sucking lightly on the skin there as well. Fingers tugged at your nipple, causing a gasp to leave your open mouth. He rolled the bud between his fingers before tugging on it again. You felt your back arch into his touch, begging for more.

"Does that feel better?" he asked, speaking directly into your ear. You nodded, your hands holding onto his shirt.

"Answer me y/n." he pulled on your nipple harder this time, a small whine leaving your lips.

"Yes, it feels really nice." you gave a short and simple reply which was all he needed. Kurapika lifted your shirt enough for your tits to fall out nicely.

"Beautiful." he mumbled more to himself than to you, though his praise turned you on more than you thought it might. It had been a long while since he'd touched you and you weren't going to stop him now. He gave you light kisses on your chest, leaving marks there rather than on your neck. No one would be able to notice them but you'd feel them the next day. You'd wished he'd hurry up already and give it to you, but he wouldn't be in any rush. Despite his temper, Kurapika preferred to go slow with you. Watching you writhe and beg beneath him made him feel things he never experienced often enough.

"Stay still y/n, I don't want to accidentally hurt you." he gave you another order, one you'd likely fail to fulfill with all of the teasing he provided. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples, ripples of pleasure being sent immediately to your lower regions. You tried your best to lay still but you shouldn't help the shaking of your legs around his body. His free hand roamed the other side of your chest, occasionally running against the other nipple and tweaking it every now and then. The feeling made your eyes heavy though your body responded with surges of energy, stiff and arched underneath him. Your hands gripped his shirt sleeves tightly, eyes rolled back.

"That's it, you're doing so good." he kissed your chest again before coming face to face with you, giving you a short break to recollect your senses. His hands ran down your body to the hem of your pants and the back up to give your tits a delicate squeeze. Kurapika looked down upon you with a loving gaze as he repeated this action several times. Finally you'd had enough, gripping his wrists and staring back up at him.

"Kurapika please," you started, suddenly shy at the prospect of asking for what you wanted.

"What is it y/n?" he replied, his voice almost a whisper.

"Will you prep me, please?" you forced yourself to say the words as politely as possible without stuttering, voice shaky. He smiled at that, glad you managed to speak up for yourself.

"Of course, since you asked so kindly." he let go of your breasts, moving his hands back down to your pants again. The chill air rushed to meet your skin, goosebumps scattering along it's soft surface. His hands move back up your thighs to its apex, stopping right before your panty line. Though it was dark, he still managed to catch sight of the little wet patch stained on the fabric.

Still shaking slightly you gave him a whine, a signal to make some sort of move. His eyes met yours again, waiting. He wanted you to ask again.

"Please, touch me." you asked softly, the shame painting your cheeks and bright pink again. Not stuttering was harder than you'd thought, what with the coolness of the room and your boyfriends hands roaming your body over and over.

"Where?" the one word alone nearly made you cry out had it not been for the thin walls of your vacated room. Your fingers grasped at the pillow beneath your head as you closed your eyes. You didn't want to say it but you knew he wouldn't do anything you wanted if you didn't ask.

"M-my um..."

"Hmm?" he pushed his hands up higher, pressing faintly against the lips of your pussy. The pressure made you tense for a second.

"Touch my clit please." You were quiet about it though he didn't push you, opting to remove both hands from your thighs. Before you could complain however a soft influx prodded at your sensitive bundle of nerves beneath your panties. You felt a shudder run through you as his thumb rubbed circles over your clothed clit. Your hips raised slightly in momentum to gain more friction.

"Hey, what did I say earlier?" he questioned, stopping his ministrations.

"Sorry, it just feels really good."

"I know y/n, but if you don't listen then I'll stop." he prompted, making you shake your head.

"Please don't stop!" you didn't even think about the words before they left your mouth, too trained on the feeling of his thumb against your now throbbing bud.

"Are you going to listen to me then?"

"Yes." you gave a short breathed reply before he continued. Your head fell back onto the pillow, one of your own hands playing with your nipple for added pleasure. Your thighs began shaking again and your legs raised a little, giving him more access he didn't yet need. His thumb dipped down to tease the hole you desperately needed him to fill for you, emitting a quiet moan from you.

"Do you want these off y/n?"

"Yes please." you answered without hesitation.

"Then take them off for me." he gave another order, removing himself from your body to watch. Now that you'd been riled up enough, you weren't as coy about getting off. Quickly you discarded of your undergarment and opened your legs back up. The throbbing sensation returned with the onset of the air on your now wet pussy.

"Good girl." he praised you again. You felt a tiny droplet drip down your slit onto the sheets below. Your hands kneaded your breasts in wait for him.

"What do you want?"

"I'll take whatever you give me." the words were awfully bold of you, both of you knew that. Though there was no taking them back. Kurapika gave you a smirk before crawling back up to you. His head came back down to your ear.

"Are you sure about that one y/n?" he gave the shell of your ear a lick as his hand cupped the outside of your core.

"Yes. Absolutely positive." that was a straight up lie though you needed him to do something. You jerked your hips up for some added encouragement. He finally took that as his signal and drove two fingers into your entrance. The intrusion caused you to tense up again, squeezing his fingers tightly.

"Relax, it's alright." he cooed at you, offering shallow thrusts to your already fluttering walls. One of your hands grabbed at his wrist for something to hold onto while the other reached up under the pillow and practically white knuckled on the case. Kurapika's digits pressed and prodded at the spongy surface on the top wall of your inner workings, sending the shakes through your thighs to your knees. Your eyes fell closed as you let the pleasure wash over your bottom half.

"Is that better?" he gave you another kiss on the neck while you nodded.

"Yes, yes right there please-" you uttered the words breathlessly. Though Kurapika held the same pace, not speeding up nor slowing down despite your pleads. The steady rhythm dragged you closer and closer to your release, though it wasn't enough to push you over. You let out a strained whine, opening your eyes to glance up at him.

"Faster please-" you tried to ask nicely, hoping he'd relieve you here and now. Though your prayer was not answered and he continued his steady pace inside of you.

"Kurapika-"

"Hush." he shut you up with a kiss to your cheek before slowing down. A cry rumbled in your throat, more than pissed at his motives whatever they were. Since you continued to whine he decided to pull his fingers from you entirely.

"No, why!" Your hole clenched around nothing as he sat up in front of you. He didn't give you a verbal answer, thinking you already knew why he retracted.

"I'm sorry, please..." you gave another attempt. A light but firm smack was planted on your inner thigh, close to where your pussy was soaking. The assault surprised you. He'd never hit you before and you weren't quite sure if you liked it. The warmth of his skin burned as he soothed the area.

"I-I'll listen, I will, Kurapika." you offered again, widening your legs for him to enter again. He let out a huff, delving back against your core. His finger ran up your slit once. Twice. Three times. Another slap was delivered to your other thigh for good measure, causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure. The shock sent a tickle to your pussy again, shown by the leakage on the sheets.

His hands lifted your thighs up, pushing your legs back against your stomach. His grip was rigid on your plush thighs, keeping them in place while he leaned down. Your eyes widened, thanking him over and over in your head. He didn't even try to tease you, his tongue slicking over your clit repeatedly. Your hands reached down to hold his as they made craters in your skin. You couldn't help the whiny moans and curses that the filled the room. Your legs lifted a little for more, opening you up so his tongue could reach inside your tight walls.

Kurapika moved up again to focus his attention on your little bundle of nerves, sucking and lapping at the twitching bud. Your hands reached between your legs to hold his face still, signaling by your growing voice and shaking legs that you were about to come. He didn't try stop you from rocking your hips against his face. The vibrations of your nerves being sent into near shock shook you quite literally to the edge.

In no time you could feel the twist in your stomach come undone, your hands flying up to grab the headrest for something to hang on to. Tears pricked at your eyes at the utter experience of your high. Kurapika came up from your pussy, wiping his face before his hands came back down to your waist.

"Good girl, did that feel nice?"

"Ye-yes-" you replied, hands and legs still quaking. Before you could even really register your come down, you felt yourself flip over. Kurapika disacred his shirt and pulled his pants down just enough for his semi-hard cock to free itself. You had no idea how he wasn't bulging at the seams but that was possibly due to the fact that you'd been the one receiving all of the pleasure, not the other way around.

"Kurapika, do you want-"

"No, it's alright." he cut you off yet again, running his hand along the length. He held your hips up before rubbing his length against your still sensitive clit. You gasped, entwining your fingers with the sheets once more.

"You think you can come for me again, y/n?" he asked, leaning down as he still ran his hardening dick along you slit.

"Maybe..." you weren't actually sure. Considering you just came rather hard just mere moments ago.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes." you did, if only for him. He hummed, sliding the tip around your hole. You clenched, possibly not quite ready to take him.

"Touch yourself, maybe it'll help you relax." he proposed. Your hand wasted no time in reaching down to run the pads of your fingers along your still hard clit. The direct stimulation was overwhelming but you egged yourself on to open up some more. Kurapika watched your hand work against your pussy, his eyes trained completely on the sight.

"Keep going, that's a good girl." he rubbed along the backs of your thighs, adding to the already building tension. He didn't tell you to do so but you dipped your fingers into yourself anyways, letting out a whimper at the feeling. You heard the sharp intake of breath behind you as he watched, turning you on even more. You didn't delve very deep, wanting to feel the full stretch of his cock, but you allowed yourself to stretch enough to take him in at least from the tip. Kurapika quickly moved your hand out of the way before pinning it to your back.

"That's enough, I think you'll be fine." the strain on your shoulder hurt a little more than you'd of liked it to, though you were distracted by the tip of his dick pressing against your entrance. You let out a short cry of pain as he pushed into you, not even allowing you to adjust until he was buried to hilt inside of you.

"Is that was you wanted y/n?" he gave a shallow thrust against your cervix.

"Yes~" the answer came out song-like, your voice lifting to a melodic tone.

"Stay still." he gave the order before his free hand came down onto your hip, keeping you in place while he pulled back out. He didn't immediately set a quick pace like you expected, instead going for something deeper, slower. He wanted you to feel every inch of his cock move inside of that tight little pussy of yours. And that you did. The head kissed your cervix every now and then, jolting through your body at every push against it. He picked up his pace some, now hitting against the back of your core with every thrust.

The pressure started to build again near the bottom of your stomach. Kurapika kept this steady rhythm for a bit longer than you'd of liked before stopping entirely. It was fairly obvious that he was close, said by the throbbing of his shaft against your walls. You didn't think much about begging before you fucked yourself onto him, throwing your hips back as quickly as you could manage. He didn't move, letting you do the work for the time being. His hand left your hip and smoothed down your side, stopping at your stomach and letting out a gasp.

He practically ripped himself from you, Turning you over onto your back and shoving himself back inside with no warning. Kurapika covered your mouth to quiet the shout you let out at the harsh sting.

"Shh, it's alright." he rubbed his thumb against your clit again as a distraction from the pain, which quickly faded. He sat up, staring down at your stomach.

"Aw would you look at that~" he teased, tracing an outline on your tummy. You sat up on your elbows, eyeing the obvious bulge in your stomach.

"Oh fuck..." you couldn't help but clench at the sight. It was no wonder you felt so full. He sucked in air through his teeth at the shift in your pussy.

"Do it again." he ordered, thrusting into you again. You did as you were told, clamping down on his cock deliciously. His breathing started to become labored, continuing to swing his hips into you faster and faster it seemed. You laid back against the mattress again, your hand feeling the way his dick bulged against your stomach. His own hand spread over yours, pushing down onto your belly button for added pleasure.

Curses began leaving his lips as both of you reached closer to your climax again. You bit your lip, trying to avoid screaming as the head of his dick scraped against the sweet spot inside of you. You swung your legs over his shoulders, taking him deeper than you thought you could. In turn this new position allowed Kurapika to slam against your g spot more than you could handle. The overwhelming sensation made you take your legs off his shoulders to ease it up a bit, though his hand left your stomach to hold your legs up, keeping you open for him. The action sent you barreling over the edge, more than enough stimulation to finish you. You could feel yourself cream over his cock enough to ruin the hotel bedding. A part of you almost felt bad for whoever would have to clean that in the morning...

Kurapika continued, his pace slowing and becoming sporadic. His fingers dug into your thigh, bruising the delicate skin there. You'd hoped he's stop soon, once again the overstimulation enough to make you pass out.

"Where." his tone was hurried.

"In, it's okay-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence before Kurapika stilled inside of you, his face coming down to yours and kissing you. His thrusts became shallow and rushed, his energy spent. He held your face in his hands while he stilled again, not removing himself and instead laying on top of you.

Both of you lay sweaty and tired, though he kept his lips attached to yours for a few minutes longer. Kurapika sat up on his elbows to look at you.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." his voice was soft again, his teeth nipping at his lip nervously. You shook your head.

"It's fine, I'm sure I'll be alright in the morning-"

"No," he stopped you, "I meant earlier." you had forgotten all about that.

"Oh..."

"You're not a burden, I'm glad you're here with me. You can go home though if you like. I'm sorry for not thinking of you like I should of been."

"No, I'll stay. I wouldn't want you to fight them alone. Let's just rest for a little first okay?" you offered, running your hand along his cheek. He nodded, laying back down on your body.

"Are you going to pull out?" you asked, suddenly aware of the softening shaft still buried inside of you.

"I think I'll just stay here for the night." he chuckled, arms wrapping around you.

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nameless-shrimp · 3 years

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BREAKING UP WITH THEM.

Characters: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki & Satoru Gojo

Type: Headcanons/Small one-shot | GN!Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst/slight mention of sexual content.

Shrimp Notes: I was just casually thinking of writing angst, hehe.

Yuji Itadori

He noticed that you were being distant for quite some time. The majority of the time, his classmates would see both of you close together, it was impossible to separate the both of you. Though, there came a time where you didn't bother to stick close to his side; the usual excuses of "I'm busy" would be thrown out there.

Everyone knew that Yuji had a partner, though it became a shock when you didn't come by the school every once in a while. You didn't have any cursed techniques, but that didn't stop Yuji from falling in love with you.

It was hard ignoring his text messages, but it was best that you'd tell him that you were occupied with your own studies and your own part-time job; it was hard for Yuji to not see you as often, but it was for the best.

You didn't want to break up with him. Truly you didn't. Though, the life of dating a jujutsu sorcerer was dangerous. Nonetheless, he was the vessel for a dangerous curse, and you didn't expect your long-term boyfriend to fall into this scary and risky path, and you were also dragged along with it.

The times when Sukuna would pop out during your dates with Yuji became frustrating, you only wanted to spend time with your boyfriend yet the curse that was within him had to keep teasing and messing with you. It was tiring.

"What?"

His words were barely audible as he stared at you, hands clutching onto the bouquet of flowers that he was hoping to give you since he hadn't seen you in a week (which felt like forever to him). You didn't know what else to say, and you only sighed, placing your hands on his cheeks. You loved him tremendously, it was hard to let him go; the life of a sorcerer was not for you, and you couldn't endanger yourself any longer with the life that he was going down in.

"I will always love you," you spoke, and you felt your bottom lip quiver. Three years of dating this boy will now end, and your heartstrings tugged at the thought. Maybe this wasn't the best decision for you, but you knew it was to guarantee your safety, and your unhappiness in the relationship was growing. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this."

"We can work this out," Yuji raised his voice, clearly desperate to hold onto you. "I'm sorry you feel this way but you know I'll protect you, right? I know that I can be too much sometimes but I want to stay!"

"I can't put myself through this, I can't," you explained. "It's too dangerous for me."

"I'll never let anything happen to you, you know that right?"

"I'm aware," you responded. "But it's best that we go our separate ways."

"I don't want this to happen, please."

"I'm sorry."

It was hard for Yuji to move past the breakup. Many times, he skipped his private lessons with Satoru, and he'd lay in his bed, listening to music that reminded him of you. It would end up with him crying or holding back tears while falling asleep for a couple of hours.

Nobara would try to drag him out of his room but it was pointless. She'd joke about how she'd carry her shopping bags this time, but it was no use to get him crawling out of his bed.

Megumi left trays of food near his door. Eventually, Megumi would barge in sometimes, telling Yuji to try to come to training every so often, but Yuji had difficulty getting out of the bed. Even Satoru would knock every so often and try to give some advice that relationships were tough, but losing you was tougher.

The fact that you weren't in Yuji's life anymore; you weren't there to hold him and to help him through his mental struggles, and that he'd do the same for you when you'd freak out over final exams or the moments when you called because your favorite character died; he missed those moments, he missed you, and you weren't planning on coming back.

Megumi Fushiguro

After finding out that he was a jujutsu sorcerer, the thought of it scared you, but you trusted Megumi with your life. You knew he was capable of handling his own, but when he'd come to see you with bruises and bandages all over his face, there'd be moments where you feared that you'd lose him due to the battles he was in.

While you'd be out on dates with him, he'd get stopped by Satoru with endless calls of a curse that he'd have to take care of. You knew Megumi had priorities, especially with the sorcerer he was, but it was frustrating; you wanted some time with your boyfriend, yet he'd have to leave you every so often to take care of some situations.

Megumi would hardly contact you since he was busy, so keeping in touch was fairly difficult. However, the one night when you cuddled with him in his bed, his arm on your shoulder as he pulled you into his chest, you felt empty and that the feelings you'd get when he'd do small affectionate gestures like this were vanishing.

For quite some time, you knew you were slowly losing feelings for him and that the relationship of a regular human and a jujutsu sorcerer was very difficult. It was hard to fall into the life of someone who was consistently endangering himself and now your life was sucked into that kind of path; you didn't want it. You just wanted a normal, happy life, but when there were a lot of injuries, battles, and dangerous fights, you couldn't find yourself being on that worrisome path.

When Megumi would text you, you'd find yourself responding in bland and hollow texts. You'd make up excuses to not attend any of the dates, such as exams coming up or that you needed to attend some club meetings (Megumi knew you though, he knew that you weren't engaging in so much activity since you always made time for him when he could barely try to squeeze in time for you).

He saw it coming, but he didn't expect it to hurt this much.

"I can't be with you anymore," you spoke, tears falling down your cheeks. Maybe this wasn't the right decision, something good can work out, but it had been months. There would be times where Megumi didn't talk to you for a week or more because you knew that his teacher, Satoru Gojo, would be assigning him these missions, and he'd be too tired to talk to you. The consistent neglecting, yet you couldn't blame him, he was busy and he was growing into a stronger sorcerer every day. "I can't do this."

"I don't want to lose you," he responded, not bothering to make eye contact. It seemed as if he was starting to become lost in his thoughts. "I'm sorry I haven't been the best boyfriend, I just... I never stopped thinking about you."

"I know, but..." your voice trailed off, and you fought back a sob. "It seems as if you aren't putting any more effort into us, and it has been so long; I know you're busy, but I can't keep up with this. The life you have is dangerous and—"

"Every time I'm out there, I think about you," Megumi explained, finally making eye contact with you. "I don't want to lose you. I really don't want that to happen. But—it seems like it is happening."

"I'm sorry, 'Gumi, but I don't think we can do this."

You really had to call him by that nickname. Within seconds, Megumi burst into tears and then hugged you tightly, you felt yourself crying as well and he held onto you as if this was the last time you'd ever see each other. He never found himself to be so desperate before, clinging onto you, and he rested his forehead on your shoulders, pleading inside that you'd change your mind. But he knew you; you had your mind set in stone, and although this hurt the both of you, it was for the best that you'd say your goodbyes.

"I'll never stop loving you," Megumi spoke, words barely audible as he let out a saddening sigh.

"I know," you responded.

Megumi didn't come in contact with a lot of his friends, even his older senpais worried for his sake since he didn't actively try during their training sessions. Satoru would take note of this and attempt to play around with the boy's thoughts, hoping Megumi would try to smile, though when did he ever with his sensei?

Satoru would purposefully avoid having Megumi go on missions, though at some point, Megumi should have been able to come out of his little shell at some point. However, Megumi would look at old photos of you two together, and then he struggled to avoid the memories from flooding in.

He didn't want to admit it but he'd try to stop himself from texting you, not to ask for you back, but he still worried about your well-being after you both said your goodbyes to each other.

Once Megumi began trying in his training sessions, it surprised everyone, even Satoru, but he was glad that his closest student was finally coming to an acceptance prior to your breakup with him. It took Megumi some time, but he was able to accept that you were no longer in his life; still, it would've been a lie if he said that he never thought about you.

Nobara Kugisaki

Knowing her, she'd always make time for you. Whenever she was free or even taking a break from training, she'd send you photos and text messages to keep that close connection. Although, you were losing that sense of touch, and you tried your hardest to stay close to her, but when she decided to move to Jujutsu Tech and be away from home where you both met, long-distance became difficult.

Most nights, it would just leave her falling asleep on calls or her talking about her shopping trips. You'd sit and listen, laying in your bed, wishing she was there next to you, but she was far away now, and you were no longer physically close to her.

The consistent responses of your text messages began to die down; your heart felt hollow, you wanted to talk about how you felt, and when you did, Nobara tended to brush it off, saying that it was because you weren't used to a long-distance relationship. Perhaps she was right, but that connection was slowly fading.

She'd talk about visiting you constantly; she said she'd try to be home for the weekend but it never happens. When you tried to talk about how you felt, she could only sigh and apologize, though it became a cycle. You became used to the false hope of her ever visiting you - it hurt you, but it wasn't her fault. Jujutsu sorcerer life wasn't easy.

You'd ignore her messages and only respond dryly, you'd make excuses that you couldn't attend the calls that you had a ton of homework, or that you weren't feeling good. She'd try to encourage the both of you to talk more, but it always led to her falling asleep from exhaustion, and the sight of bandages on her faces always made you feel so empty.

"I think we should break up," you spoke, words barely audible.

She stared at you, hands clutched on her blankets and it was hard for you to look at the webcam of your laptop. You knew that this choice had to be done; you were losing that spark in your relationship, and you tried to reignite it so many times, but it was difficult due to her life as a jujutsu sorcerer. You weren't as unique as she as in that aspect, she had abilities while you were a student and only worked as a part-time associate. You knew both of you had different paths, different desires, different places to go; one life was normal yet one was dangerous and filled with life-threatening risks.

"N-No," Nobara stuttered, quickly grasping onto her phone before it fell down into her sheets. You could hear her fighting back a sob immediately, and your heart broke at the thought of her crying. "I'm sorry, am I not trying hard enough? I promise I will call you more, next weekend, I will actually come home and—"

"No, stop," you interrupted, fighting back a cry. "I have talked about this. About us. But you're too busy with the curse fighting and stuff. You and I both know we are opposite people here."

"It doesn't mean it can't work out!" Nobara cried out loud.

You gritted your teeth, wanting this moment to be over and done with. So badly, you wanted to end the call right away, but you couldn't just leave the conclusion to be empty and lost. "It's hard being away from you," you explained. "Long-distance is hard; you don't try to keep up with me in calls."

"I try to talk to you as much as I can..." she retorted.

"I don't feel the same way as I used to, Nobara," you sighed.

She was crying; of course, she was. You wanted to hug her, but you knew that you couldn't let unhappiness consume you anymore. You wanted to move on from this, and you knew it was best that the both of you moved on, really.

"I'm sorry," you said, breaking the silence.

She didn't say anything in response for a moment, but then she softly spoke, "it's okay... I love you, I always will," and then you sighed, before wishing her goodbye and that you wished that she would always be safe wherever she was.

The phone screen went black after the call ended, and then you were left with an empty heart, though you knew you had made the right choice for yourself.

Nobara found herself snapping at her classmates every now and then when they tried to have her train, even if it was a simple jog around the track or when they asked her what kind of food she wanted to eat, she'd snap at them. Though, they understood why, and even Yuji would offer to pay for her food or take her out shopping (even hold her bags for her) but she'd refuse or avoid the offer.

She'd check her phone, hoping you'd contact her but no messages or any ring of a notification. She knew it was wrong, but she'd change her ringtone to a song that reminded her of you just so she could try to feel a little close to you.

When Nobara would break down crying out of nowhere, Maki could only try to persuade her to block your number so she could move on and Inumaki only provided a bunch of back rubs as a sign of comfort. However, Nobara wished you were the one comforting her.

She still kept photos of you two together; back at her home town and that big smile on your face kept her going. Eventually, she'd realize that you made the choice for the sake of yourself, but she still missed you endlessly. Needless to say, she was still planning to find you if she ever went back to where she grew up in.

Satoru Gojo

You were dating the strongest sorcerer and you knew that would lead to consequences. But when there would be weeks of him not contacting you due to his overseas travels, it became rather difficult to keep that connection with him. Sure, he'd text you that he loved you here and there, but Satoru was quite the busy man and you accepted that, but the connection you both had was fading out.

Satoru loved you unconditionally, always wanting to call you after he completed several missions and went through multiple lessons with his students, but he fell right to sleep once he hit the bed. It left you alone at night, you trusted him, but you were slowly fading out of the feelings you had for him.

There would be a few moments here and there where he'd say he would make it to your important events, but he wouldn't come. Your dinner with your parents, one of your anniversaries, your birthday, your graduation—he was too busy with his job and his lifestyle; you understood it, but you couldn't deny that it hurt you.

Usually, he'd surprise you when he'd come home, but he'd be exhausted to do a lot of other activity unless it was sex or a small bit of cuddling. You wanted a movie night or to go out for dinner, though he didn't have enough strength for that. Sleeping in bed together was most of what you got, and it became tiring and mentally draining to not receive so much of what you had hoped for.

You felt bad; Satoru provided a lot of gifts, affection, and he comforted you even during your darkest days, but there was something missing. You wanted to reignite the feelings you had for him, but it was slowly dying out; you were both different. You couldn't see any curses, yet he was able to, and he was risking his life every second of each day; both of your paths were different, and you couldn't deny that.

"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

He spoke first, and with that look on your face, he got the answer already. He hoped that you weren't serious but he knew you all too well. Satoru knew that this moment was coming, and he dreaded it; he tried to avoid it, but with who he was and what he does on a daily basis, his personal life got in the way of the relationship. No matter what, he did his best, and he knew that.

"I-I'm sorry," you choked out a cry before he came up to you and then hugged you tightly, and you started to rethink your decisions, but you knew this was for the best.

"I know," Satoru sighed, fighting back his tears. "I don't want you unhappy, it pains me to see you in so much pain."

"I wish you could do more," you cried.

He sighed again, deeply this time. "I'm sorry too. I am trying. I always have."

This was a hard conversation to have and so badly, you wanted it to be over, yet you didn't. You still loved him and he loved you. He held onto you tightly, he knew how your mind worked; once you made a decision, you were going to be sure of it, and Satoru knew that as a grown adult, you were capable of making your own decisions. Still, his heart continued to pain as each second passed by.

"I'll always love you," Satoru whispered.

"I will always love you," you responded.

And this was the last time that he'd ever say these words to you, or at least he would try to keep it that way.

Satoru sat on the bleachers most of the time while his students trained and he was lost in his own thoughts. He'd think about your whereabouts and he'd have an itchy feeling in his thoughts, wondering if you were in any danger since he always came to your rescue when a curse appeared and you weren't aware of it or even when someone made you uncomfortable at a store.

He'd look at his phone, occasionally texting you if you were doing alright and the conversation was either dry or you wouldn't respond. Part of him felt childish for thinking that you'd try talking to him again, but Satoru knew that it was best for him to avoid contact with you.

Some days, Satoru was more cheerful than ever, mostly because he tried to keep up that annoying persona of himself to make his students look at him like they wanted to punch him. At least that cheered him up the slightest. But when he was out and about, either assisting his students or exorcising a curse, he'd be reminded of the little things that you liked. If a car was your favorite color, he'd think of you, or the times that you said you loved a specific pastry, and just by eating it, he'd think of the memories he had with you.

Satoru didn't want to admit it, but he'd find himself crying every so often but he didn't sob too much. He knew that it was for the best to let you go and that you made the decision to leave. Perhaps he wasn't capable of a relationship for the lifestyle he had. Though whatever it may be, his heart still tugged at the thought of you, and he yearned for a hug whenever you came across his mind—a hug from you, of course.

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fairyyeo · 2 years

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way home — part four

pairing — beomgyu x fem reader, soobin x fem reader

genre — fluff

tw — mentions of food

wc — 1.1k

a/n — this one is fun !!!! also i realised halfway through that the bike thing wouldnt actually work.. can u tell i havent ridden a bike for years ? but for the sake of this just ignore it whaha T~T i hope u enjoy this chapter <3

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the next morning came as quickly as you'd anticipated.

when you awoke you hastily showered and headed out to get some desperately needed groceries.

while walking up the driveway, you'd hoped to maybe see soobin and taehyun. but it seemed as though they'd already finished their chores before you'd woken up.

you pushed the thought aside for the time being, knowing you were guaranteed to see them sooner or later.

following the same route as yesterday, you trailed along the cobblestone path that bordered with flowers, eventually winding up outside the general store.

you wasted no time in entering, before picking up a shopping basket and filling it completely with necessities, ranging from eggs and milk to fruit and vegetables. you also made sure to indulge in some other extra delights such as chocolate and coffee.

you ended up leaving with maybe a little more than you expected. okay, maybe a lot more. but it was better than going another day with an empty fridge and pantry.

thanking the cashier, you lifted the two heavy bags of groceries and began your walk home, feeling grateful that it wasn't unbearably far.

a tin of olive green paint caught your eye on the way out, but you just couldn't manage carrying it back, hands already preoccupied. so, you made a mental note of it to come back and get it another day.

it was still relatively early in the morning, luckily for you, that meant the day hadn't reached its warmest yet. though, the weight of the bags was starting to sink in.

a distant whirring sound grew rapidly closer and within a blink of an eye, beomgyu was cycling by your side.

"hey y/n!" he called, "need a hand with those?"

"ah, no, it's okay, really." you tried to convince him, but he wasn't taking that for an answer.

"here, just put the bags in the basket on the front." beomgyu practically leapt off his bicycle to remove the bags from your grasp.

"will it be able to hold them?" you questioned, worried about breaking it.

beomgyu chuckled, "yeonjun has sat in there plenty of times, i'm sure it'll be fine." he shrugged, leaving you wondering how a fully grown man could even remotely fit, but you decided against asking, thinking it was better than knowing how that scenario would've arose.

he took the bags and placed them in the basket of his bicycle, he was about to get on when he asked, "do you wanna sit?" beomgyu pat the seat.

"there's no way we'll both fit." you raised a brow at him, "besides, i'm more than happy to walk."

"don't be ridiculous, get on, i can cycle standing up." beomgyu was persistent, but not in an annoying way. he genuinely wanted to help out, in his own wonderful way.

he smiled when you gave in, hopping onto the bicycle.

"you might have to hold onto my waist for balance, think you can handle such close contact?" beomgyu grinned, taking one look over his shoulder at you.

"what—"

"hold on!"

he pushed off quickly and was able to cycle surprisingly fast considering there was a lot of extra weight on the bicycle.

beomgyu didn't seem to mind though, his hair blowing back with the breeze as it wasn't tied up today.

you thought he'd grow tired soon and ask you to get off, but he didn't, instead persisting the whole way.

you got home speedily, soaring down the driveway so fast you almost thought you were going to crash into your house.

"we've arrived at the destination." beomgyu joked, pretending to be some sort of taxi driver. he ran a hand through his wind blown hair.

"thank you so much!" you said, hopping off and retrieving your grocery bags. “would you like to come in for a cup of coffee? tea? as a way of saying thank you.”

“a cup of coffee sounds great.” he smiled, following you inside.

“sorry about the mess.” you apologised, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter and rummaging around for the tin of coffee. you switched the kettle on and turned back to beomgyu, who was looking around.

“mess? where? this house just needs a little love, it’s not messy. maybe a paint job, some fresh furniture, open up the windows and let the natural light in. it would be perfect.” beomgyu took a seat at the kitchen counter, finally facing you.

“it definitely needs some work, i saw a tin of green paint on the way out of the general store today, but i couldn’t manage to carry it.” you frowned, “i’ll just get it another time.”

the kettle began to whistle so you took it off and filled two cups of coffee, passing one to beomgyu.

“thanks,” his face lit up as he took a sip, “this is great!”

“it’s the least i can do in return for you cycling me all the way here. what were you doing in town anyway?” you asked.

“i was on my way to visit soobin and taehyun.” beomgyu’s teasing smile returned, as if he knew this would get a rise out of you.

and he was right.

“beomgyu! why didn’t you tell me! i’m so sorry for holding you up—”

“it’s okay! i’ll head over once i finish this.” he held up the coffee and took another sip.

but he couldn’t contain his laughter, letting out a small chuckle at your worry.

“where do you live?” you wondered aloud.

“on top of the hill behind kai’s clinic. it’s pretty nice there, but not as nice as here. you should stop by sometime, especially in summer! there’s a small lake on the other side of the hill outside town. us boys go swimming there all the time.” you could tell beomgyu was very happy where he lived, simply by the way he talked about it so excitedly.

you couldn’t help but nod, a slight smile growing on your face, “i’ll make sure i do.”

“anyway, unfortunately i’ve finished my coffee, so i best be heading over to soobin’s now.” beomgyu placed the empty mug on the kitchen counter.

you followed him to the front door, “thanks for bringing me home, it’s been nice talking to you this morning.”

“it’s no problem, really, it was fun!” he assured you with his enthusiastic smile, “bye y/n, i’ll see you around!” beomgyu called out, before kicking off and cycling his way over to soobin’s house next door.

you watched as he rode away, standing up to cycle again, the breeze blowing his hair.

you knew you’d be seeing more of beomgyu and his playful smile.

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wxyvision · 3 years

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Puzzle Pieces

Member: Renjun

Genre: some angst, fluff

Au: school au, soulmate au, bff!Renjun

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Everyone had a soulmate, reciprocated or not. That was a fact you'd learned at a young age. Some were common, like not being able to see colours until meeting them, or being able to hear their thoughts. Some were not so common, such as feeling their physical pain. That one was familiar to you, with one of your closest friends unlucky enough to have it. You were glad it wasn't yours, too. You didn't think you could handle that. Come to think of it, yours had never made itself obvious. You didn't hear their thoughts or feel their pain, you could see colour and you didn't have their birthday on your skin like a tattoo. No, you didn't experience any of the powers you'd read about. You were beginning to think the whole thing was a lie, and that you didn't have a soulmate, but you were proved wrong.

You were only a teenager when it first made its ugly appearance. A boy you'd had a crush on for a while had finally asked you on a date. Naïvely, at the time you thought a crush meant that they were your soulmate. You wondered why people needed any hints, surely having a crush was enough of a sign, right? He'd taken you to the annual summer fair. You knew he didn't like rides that much, but he knew how excited you were. The thought that he would go to an event he wasn't fond of just because you were made your heart flutter. It was a surprise, to say the least, that neither of your parents tagged along on the date to spy on the two of you. You wouldn't have blamed them, after all your parents didn't know him, know what he was like, and his parents didn't know you.

He turned out not to be as shy as you'd thought, not that you minded at all. You were glad he was so comfortable around you, because you were a nervous wreck. And it was his boldness that led you to finally discover what your soulmate power was. You could almost have tasted the lip balm he was wearing then, a sickly sweet flavour you couldn't quite put your finger on. He leant his forehead against yours, noses bumping and sorrys muttered. Your eyes fell closed, waiting for him to kiss you, but he never did. Wondering if he'd played you, your eyes snapped open. The way his cheeks were flushed and his lips were parted told a different story. He was… surprised? About what? Was he not going to kiss you? Maybe you had the wrong idea. "I.. I.." his eyes flickered to the ground and back to you.

For a few days afterwards, he practically ignored you at school. It hurt, the feeling that he had been playing with you making your heart sting. The first words he spoke when he finally did speak to you again were "I'm sorry". You stood in front of him, feeling like a fool but refusing to look like one, although him being in front of you made it hard to speak. "I shouldn't have ran off like that, and I shouldn't have ignored you." He swallowed. "I just- I didn't know what to say and it hurt and.. I think you deserve to know why." You crossed your arms, not warming up to his apology just yet. "I was gonna kiss you, I really was." But you didn't. "But I couldn't." You were confused. Why couldn't he? Did he already have feelings for someone else? Your heart panged at the thought. "Y/N I- I think I know your soulmate power, if that's what you'd call it." You hummed, interested. "When I say I couldn't kiss you.." You waited, heart stopping still. "I physically couldn't. It was as if there was a brick wall between us. I'm sorry, Y/N."

You always knew who to turn to in these moments, and as soon as you got home from school, you went over to your best friend's house. Although at this point it was pretty much your house too, from the amount of time you spent there, Renjun was surprised to see you out of the blue. Within a second, your arms were wrapped around his torso and tears were falling onto his shirt. He asked you what was wrong, offering to make you the biggest hot chocolate you'd ever seen. You sniffled. "I think I know what my power is." Renjun fell silent, pausing his actions. He didn't look at you, just hummed in encouragement, stirring an empty mug. "I went on a date today and.." he dropped the spoon he was holding, a loud metallic clunking ringing out. Renjun cursed under his breath, giving you a sheepish smile.

"He couldn't kiss me, Jun. He tried but he- for some reason he said something was stopping him." Your best friend knew at that moment that two large hot chocolates would be necessary. "If I'd asked what his power was I could've figured out from the start that he wasn't my soulmate." You hugged your knees close to your chest. "Have you figured out yours, yet?" Renjun panicked. What should he say? Should he tell the truth? No, he couldn't. But he didn't want to lie, either, not to you. "Junnie?" He snapped out of his thoughts, flashing you a small smile and shaking his head. He told you that he wasn't all that fussed about soulmates, at least not yet. Come to think of it, he never really spoke about any crushes to you, so this made perfect sense. You, half-jokingly, warned him not to try and kiss anyone in case he had your power too.

Renjun wasn't sure why he'd lied to you. Perhaps it was because you were hurt and he felt uncomfortable with saying the truth. It wasn't the right time, he figured. But now he felt bad because he could've spared you the tears. If only he could bring himself to remind you of a certain memory. It wasn't fair, why could you forget, yet he thought about it all the time? You were only about 7 at the time, so maybe you didn't find it as important as he did to begin with. Maybe he shouldn't have held on to it, but now he knew your power, his heart was going wild. Perhaps, by some wild chance, the puzzle pieces fit. Perhaps, if only he'd mentioned that kiss, you'd realise. Because the same thing that had happened to you, had happened to him a couple of times. It was confusing at the time, but one of his friends mentioned reading about that power once. Just like now, Renjun had remembered kissing you when you were younger. He'd never tell anyone, no, his friends would never let him live it down.

In the end he didn't have to tell you. After a few days crying about your date, you randomly found yourself reading your long-abandoned diary. Most of the things you'd written made you cringe, but the entry for the 1st of November made your breath hitch. It was the day you and Renjun had kissed. Did he remember? He must have forgotten, otherwise why didn't he mention it before? Your cheeks heated up, things suddenly making sense. He could kiss you and no one else could. If he had the same power as you, then that meant you were destined for each other. But that wasn't guaranteed since he still didn't know his power. You knew, though, that such a case wouldn't change a thing. He had always been your soulmate in your head, not necessarily the romantic kind before, but you knew if anything, the bond you shared with Renjun could survive a one-sided soulmate situation.

So there you were, head in his lap as his thumb grazed your knuckles. You wanted to say something, but you were nervous. And he was too, but he managed to fake a calm expression. "Have you ever kissed someone?" As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them. Was it weird to ask, knowing what the truth was? Renjun gulped, ears turning red. You weren't sure if he remembered kissing you or if he'd kissed someone else since. Oddly, you weren't too fond of the second option. Was it because you were scared that your soulmate bond was one-sided and you'd get hurt? Renjun wasn't sure if he should come clean and remind you that he'd kissed you, or if he should lie and say no, seeing as you clearly didn't remember. But he couldn't, even if it was only one-sided. He couldn't lie to you anymore.

And that's why he stared down at you, his favourite pair of eyes staring back up at him taking his breath away. "You." Both of you felt yourselves blush at the statement. Your heart must've been doing acrobatics inside your chest or something, because it was bouncing around like a kid who'd had too much sugar. "I've only ever been able to kiss you." He hoped you'd get the hint from that. You nearly choked on air when he said that, the sudden realisation that not only did he remember, but that he had the same soulmate power as you. He was yours and you were his, as you'd always been. Renjun's heart couldn't take it. The longer you stared at him without saying a word, he wondered if he'd made things awkward by saying that. Until you spoke.

"Renjun.. kiss me again."

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