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rainyjeno · 2 years

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thank you to @neochan for being my bestie and editing this for me

PAIRING | jaehyun x reader

SYNOPSIS | you're a princess and jaehyun is your knight.

WC | 5.5K

WARNINGS | overuse of the word princess, sexy time with jaehyun, mark is an asshole

A/N | lmao this took me like a year to finally write but enjoy!

The walls of your room were painted a deep brown, but the furniture was pure white. The color seemed to brighten up the room. You sighed sitting up in your bed. You wanted out. Out of this castle, out of this arrangement, just out. You fluffed your pale pink dress, looking at yourself in the mirror, your bed was disheveled in the background and you cursed yourself for making the maids work harder. You pushed your hair back slightly before turning on your heels, slipping on your shoes, and pressing an ear to the door softly. Once you were sure there was no one in the halls you made your way out of the door and began walking towards the library.

There was never much light in the castle, a few candles here and there but the most light came from outside. As the moon shone through the large windows, you couldn’t help but stop and admire the garden you’d taken so much time attending to with your gardeners. The tulips were blossoming before your eyes. You let out a small giggle before continuing with your journey to the library.

A small gust of wind stopped you in your tracks as you shivered slightly, cursing yourself for not bringing a cover. “Princess?” You’d heard the voice of your favorite knight, rolling your eyes slightly as you nodded, a signal that it was you. “I thought your father said you were supposed to stay in tonight?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrow at you before holding his hand out for you to take.

You let out a soft sigh before taking his hand carefully. “Well, I don’t always have to do what my father says now do I?” You smirked up at the taller boy before tugging him along, “If you must be on watch duty for me then you must accompany me to the library, I want to read again.” You watched Jaehyun’s face tighten, his eyebrows raised and mouth serious, he opened them to object before you quickly shushed him. “I am the princess aren’t I?” You spoke as he followed you around watching you make your way to the library. As you entered the library the only light came from the many desk lamps that were scattered around, you could see his face once again, the way his jaw clenched slightly, your eyes trailed down to his hands and then back up to his face as you made your way towards the bookshelves. You smiled up at him as you plucked a book off the shelf before sitting on the floor, your back leaning against the bookcase. Jaehyun stood, this wasn’t the first time you’d done this with him, but he’d always waited for the invite to sit with you. “C’mon Jae… you know you can sit.” you patted the spot next to you as he took a seat.

“When will you learn Princess, you’re going to get me in trouble.” He murmured as you began to read to him. The smile never left his face. On the outside, he was just your Knight, assigned to keep you safe. It was his destiny, his father and grandfather before him served your family, nobody suspected he’d fallen in love with you as he never let it be known. Many outsiders knew that you were beautiful, and you had many suitors, but knowing you were betrothed to another man kept them away. So Jaehyun kept his love to himself. He never let you know his feelings to not hurt yours. He smiled down at you as you nuzzled yourself into his shoulder as you continued to read the story to him. He adored the way your eyes would light up when you read, your soft and airy voice could soothe him to sleep if he allowed it.

You stopped, looking up at him you spoke, “What will you do once I'm married off? Will you find a new princess to watch over?” You raised your eyebrows as you stood up placing the book back on the shelf and holding a hand out to help him up even though he didn’t need it. He took your hand using it to help him stand up, his height making him taller as he looked down at you now.

“I suppose I’ll come with you, but only if your new husband allows it.” He smirked at you causing you to roll your eyes and shove him slightly. It was nearing one in the morning, you should get back to your room but something wanted to keep you there with Jaehyun. He made you feel safer than your bedroom ever could. You let out a small yawn before stretching your arms as you began the walk back to your room.

“...and what if my husband disapproves or has another Knight lined up to take care of me?” You asked, watching his face fall. “I’m just kidding, I’m sure he’ll approve, you’ve been my favorite since I was sixteen he can’t make you leave.” You let out a smile towards him before walking off, running your fingers over the books that lay on the shelves, your fingers touching every one. “Would you do the honor of escorting me to my room?” you held out your hand smiling up at him as he took it in his.

“It would be my pleasure.” He beamed as he walked with you towards your room, he’s escorted you there many times. Silently hoping one night you’d be bold enough to invite him in, but never asking on his own.

The two of you walked, hand in hand down the hallway, only stopping to admire the flowers once more, you never would notice the way Jaehyun’s eyes traced your skin, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes he admired you, adoring the way your nose scrunched when you laughed, or the way your lips curled when you smiled, no detail went unnoticed. He let out a small sigh when you arrived at your door, you let out a matching sigh before thanking him. “Princess?” he questioned, causing you to look over at him.

“Hmm?” you hummed in response, your eyes meeting his as you gulped slightly a soft blush covered your cheeks, an unfamiliar heat. He never used to make you feel this way, why was this happening now, before you were to be married.

He shook his head, “Nothing nevermind, I hope you have a restful night.” He flashed a smile before turning away from you making his way back down the hall towards his quarters. You watched him, your eyes softening, you felt like something was missing, you didn’t believe that he just wanted you to have a good night, something was hidden behind his beautiful smile if only you could figure out what. You made your way back into your room, the only thing on your mind was Mark and your wedding tomorrow, which some part of you was dreading.

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You’d first met Mark when you were eighteen, you wouldn’t call it love at first sight but the first night in the garden where you laid under the stars with him, although feels like forever ago, was written on your heart forever. The stars seemed to shine brighter that night, the air was cool as it engulfed the two of you. He pointed out all the constellations that he wanted you to see, but you were forever mesmerized by his face. The way his brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Oddly enough while you were admiring him, a certain knight was admiring you, and the way your eyes brightened when you talked to Mark about your dreams, or the way your nose scrunched when you giggled at him kissing your nose. Jaehyun could only long to be the one with you. He knew he’d never have you the way Mark did, but at least he’d get to admire you from afar.

Somehow you knew he’d never feel the same way about you, but the more you spent time together you couldn’t help but fall for him. His kind words, the way his hand laid on the small of your back as he escorted you to the dance floor during your annual ballroom parties. Mark's eyes were always on someone else. You could never pinpoint where but they were never on you. As the few years between your eighteenth and twenty-first passed Mark was more and more distant, little did you know he was slowly falling for someone else.

“Mark, we can’t be caught together… I have a duty to the princess.” You could barely make out the girl's voice, as you stopped yourself from turning the corner to listen, but that didn’t stop you from taking a peek. You watched him lean into her slightly, “Mark…” the girl giggled, speaking his name as Mark peppered her face in kisses. That was the moment your heart shattered, you knew he was never truly going to be yours. You turned away from them, your body slamming into your Knight, a small noise coming from your lips as you looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes. You watched his eyebrows raise as you held your fingers to his lips to keep him quiet.

“Take me away from here.” You whispered, your voice hushed, as your eyes pleaded with him not to look around the corner, “Please don’t..” You whispered, but unfortunately, Jaehyun never listened. He peeked around the corner only to see your almost-husband kissing your seamstress. He let out a small sigh, almost as if he knew.

“I’m sorry.” Was the only thing he could say before he ushered you away from the situation that never should have happened.

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You never wanted to be married this young, but twenty-one was almost the standard in your kingdom. You had always hoped to change that when you eventually became queen, but when you were young and one of the greatest storms hit your kingdom, the neighboring kingdoms agreed to help, under one condition, on the princess’ twenty-first birthday she was to be wed to the prince of Oryn. Your parents reluctantly agreed because the kingdom needed their help, so marrying their daughter off seemed like the only way to go.

The morning following your night with Jaehyun was your day to be wed. Your seamstress Hana made her way into your room. “Good morning princess, I’m sorry for waking you but well it is your wedding day.” She spoke, her voice was much softer than yours, you sat up in your bed glaring at her upset at her for waking you but knowing she was only doing her job. You let out a soft huff pushing the pillow into your face before finally sitting up and looking at Hana. She was beautiful, her flowy black hair was always tied up neatly and her brown eyes were to die for. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Alright Hana, let's get me ready to get married.” You whispered your voice soft as you examined your face. Your makeup from yesterday was slightly smudged due to you taking it off messily. “Where shall we start? With my hair? Or maybe my makeup?” You questioned looking over to her, she was slighter shorter than you in height barely an inch, but she smiled up at you before taking your hands in hers nodding.

“I will make you a beautiful bride.” She glanced at your engagement ring, it was a silver band with a shiny red ruby for the center. It didn’t take a scientist to see she was envious of how beautiful it was, and the fact that she may never have someone the way you had Mark despite feeling as if he didn’t love you the way you grew to love him. You nodded, before sitting in your chair allowing her to begin on your makeup. You’d never mention the nights you’d caught her with Mark to her, you had to put on a brave face for your family, your kingdom depended on you and Mark getting married. Your makeup was done subtly, your dress was tighter fitting at the top and flowed down towards the bottom, it had a slight pink hue to it but you adored the way it looked on you. Your hair was in a simple updo and suddenly it was time for you to make your way down the aisle.

The wedding was simple and elegant, the colors champagne and white surrounded the room. White flowers on every table, and by the end of it you were his. “I Do.” and a gentle kiss on your lips by the man who you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with felt like nothing. You felt nothing for him anymore, but your kingdom depended on you to keep your end of the deal. So you put on a smile and went on with the wedding antics. Everyone had speeches about how cute you two were as kids, and how everyone knew one day you would be married, and quite honestly, you were getting bored with this.

Soon enough the music would resume and everyone was up dancing with one another during the slower songs, your new husband took your hand carefully almost as if asking you to dance. You nodded, as you stood up walking with him to the dance floor. He pulled you close to him as you two swayed together. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet all day..” Mark whispered to you as he leaned in, his voice close to your ear.

You let out a small sigh, “I’m alright Mark… today has just been long.” you replied as he slid his arm around your waist pulling you a bit closer to him. Mark had been watching Jaehyun watch you the entire night. Not that Mark was in love with you, but you were his wife, and only his.

Jaehyun made his way over to the two of you bowing, “May I steal a dance from the Princess?” He held his hand out towards you, Mark’s eyes drifted towards you before he nodded at the knight moving away and walking off. Jaehyun slid into his place, his hand resting on the small of your back pulling you into him, your bodies pressed together as he leaned down slightly to whisper to you, “You look beautiful tonight…” a smile played on your lips, your teeth biting the inside of your cheek to prevent you from saying something stupid.

“Thank You,” you whispered back to him, your face nuzzling in the familiar spot near his chest, the spot you often laid on during late-night readings in the library that went on too long and he needed to carry you back to your room. “You clean up nicely” You smiled brightly, your hands resting on his shoulders as he swayed you, his smile lit up the room the way it lit him up.

Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, leaving a small peck on your cheek. “You seem, upset princess, can I do anything to help?” He questioned his lips close to your ear, as the music filled both of you, he spun you causing your dress to flow slightly before he pulled you into him, his eyes pouring into yours, he looked sad, a small part of him was sad, you’d be leaving him soon. You blinked slowly letting your emotions fall out, quiet sobs raked through your body as you leaned into him, he kept you close. A part of him knew why you were crying, he knew what Mark had done, had been doing. Jaehyun just never had the heart to tell you. “I’m so sorry… Princess” He whispered as you sobbed into his chest, “I’m sorry for what I'm about to do.”

You looked up at him, cheeks flushed red, eyes burning from the tears that streamed down your face, “W-what?” You looked up at him confused, his hand cupping your cheek wiping away a few tears, you scrunch your nose in confusion, “What are you doing Jae..” Your hand wrapped around his wrist gently.

“I can’t stand to see you hurting anymore.” He spoke, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned away from you walking towards Mark, leaving you alone in the middle of the dance floor. You watched him pull Mark from his seat next to Hana by the collar of his shirt. “You don’t deserve her. You never did.” Jaehyun spits his words toward Mark, “None of you deserve to be in the presence of such an amazing woman. You two sit here ogling at each other while she’s hurting.” One punch to Mark's jaw, you can’t make your feet move. You want to stop the fighting, you don’t want anyone to get hurt, but something keeps you still.

“Don’t deserve her? Please we had to get married to appease our parents, there was no love for her ever.” Mark's eyes met yours, the pained expression on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks. He never loved you, he never loved you the way you loved him. You did what you do best and coward, you ran off to your safe place.

Mark's words made Jaehyun glance towards you giving Mark a chance to swing, a good hit to his jawline sent Jaehyun into a blind rage. How dare he make you cry. Punch. How dare he watch the women he loves go through that much pain. Punch. Jaehyun finally gave in when the guards pulled him off the Prince. Both men were bloodied and bruised; he watched Mark wipe his lip carefully and examine the blood on his hand before he disappeared off towards Hana to tend to his wounds. “I’m fine..” Jaehyun muttered to the other guards before walking away to find you and apologize to you for his actions and ruining your wedding.

Jaehyun knew where you’d be, you had one safe place in the entire castle. The library. He made his way there, pushing the door open, and he made his way to you. Your body was shaking with your sobs. “Princess…” he whispered, his voice hushed as he let himself fall to his knees as pulled your body to his. “I’m so sorry… for everything.” He spoke to you as you sniffled looking up at him.

“Oh, Jaehyun..” You gasped quietly, your fingers pressing against the bruises that were forming on his beautiful face. “Why, why did you fight him for me… this could ruin everything.” You whispered to him as your hands cupped his cheeks, but he didn’t care that it might ruin everything, he had to try. He pressed his forehead against yours, his lips slightly away from yours.

“I love you.” He whispered to you before closing the gap between your lips. Your lips moved with his as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his lap, you were the one who deepened the kiss, fingers loosely tangling into his messy hair, you could taste the blood through the kiss but that didn’t matter, all that mattered at this moment was that your favorite knight loved you. He loved you the way nobody else could. His hands traveled down your waist slowly, his fingertips brushing against your thighs softly as you pulled yourself closer to you.

“Please Jae..” you whispered into his lips, as you tugged his hair slightly, his lips making their way down your jawline, as his fingers pushed your dress slightly, he wanted to feel your skin, he craved the feeling of your soft thighs against his rough fingertips. “Want you to touch me..” you mumbled out as he kissed his way down your shoulders. His hands slipped up slightly, he glanced at you, almost as if he was asking for permission but you were in the moment, you felt his hand press against your soaked core. Your eyes met his as you nodded slowly, his fingers pulling the fabric aside to feel you.

He almost moaned at the feeling of your wetness on his fingers, he circled his fingers around your clit causing you to let out a moan burying your face into his neck, slightly embarrassed because nobody had ever touched you like this, and because the soft touches he gave you sent sparks through your body. “I want to take care of you..” he whispered, sinking his fingers into your soaked core, curling them as you moaned into his shoulder. You needed more of him. Your body arched into his every chance it had as you let out soft moans as his fingers curled in you. Your core clenched around his fingers as he kissed down your shoulder, his lips exploring your chest peppering your skin in kisses as he worked his fingers into you, your moans filling his ears, filling the desire he had to please you.

Your fingers tangled into his hair softly tugging, your lips begging to meet his as you lean into him pressing your lips to his, his mouth moving with yours as you begged him to make you cum. “Please, right there Jaehyun..” His name slipped off your tongue as your head fell back against the bookshelf, your orgasm ripping through you as you came on his fingers, your face immediately red with embarrassment. Not only had you cheated on your new husband with your knight but you’d never been intimate with anyone before.

Jaehyun slipped his hand out from under your dress, kissing over your blushed cheeks as you leaned into his chest. “Are you okay?” he whispered his hand rubbing your side as you laid their bodies pressed together. He didn’t want to press the situation seeing as it was nearly impossible for you to feel how hard he was through the armor he was wearing, he could sense how tense you became after what he’d hoped was a good time.

You nodded looking up at him. “Jae… what are we going to do..” You whispered to him, your fingers coming up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch and let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into yours. You never thought your silly crush on Jaehyun was real, you were always betrothed to Mark, that’s what you’d been told your whole life ‘don’t fall in love, you’re already married off’ because of this you never let your feelings for Jaehyun cloud your judgment, but here you were, a mess in his arms and he loved you still.

“Let me take you to your room y/n, you need your rest.” His voice was gentle in your ears as he lifted your body with ease, your head drooping to his neck as you cuddled into him. You’d only heard him use your name a few times but it sounded like honey from his lips.

“Will you stay the night?” you whispered to him before letting your eyes close heavy in your head as you fell asleep to the beating of his heart, too far gone to hear his response

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The following morning you shot up in bed too fast causing your head to spin. You stood up slowly looking at yourself, you were still in your dress from last night. That's when the memories flooded into your brain, the fight, the blood, the kissing. You shook your head as you sat on your bed rubbing your temples. Emotions were high, there was no way Jaehyun saw you that way. Where was Mark during all of this? You let out a groan as you stood up stripping yourself of the dress. It was then you noticed the remnants of last night, pink and purple bruises covering your chest, you smiled to yourself. Somehow you were more sure than ever of what you wanted, and what you wanted was him.

After showering and dressing you opened your bedroom door and peeked down the hall. You watched Mark fumble out of Hana’s room looking over at you half-heartedly. “What? Your boyfriend beat me up.” He looked at you almost as if he was disgusted.

“You don’t get to speak to me that way. I am your wife, not some plaything you can bully around because you got punched. I loved you!” Loved. You didn’t feel anything for Mark all you could feel was hatred for him, for the idea of him, for even marrying him.

“Loved me? I knew you loved me, but I never loved you, I could never love you.” Mark spoke towards you causing you to back up slowly, your body tensed up at how close he was getting to you. “How could I ever love someone like you y/n, you’ve never truly loved me. You run off with Jaehyun whenever you have the chance.” He spat his words at you, you felt your eyes well up because he wasn’t wrong, but you’d always shoved your feelings for him away, at least until last night. “You can’t even deny it, face it. We love other people.” You let a few tears fall from your eyes.

“I think you should step away from the Princess.” You looked in the direction of Jaehyun’s voice, he stood at the end of the hallway hearing everything that was being said. Mark scoffed, looking at you, his eyes locking with yours as he leaned in gently pressing his lips against yours. You pushed him away, refusing his kiss.

“Stop it, Mark. You don’t get to act like an ass and then try and kiss me.” Your eyes focused on the girl standing in the doorway, “and you. How dare you!” your arms crossed over your chest as you moved towards her, Mark’s arm quickly to protect the girl, causing your eyes to flash between them. “Get out.” you spoke firmly looking into his eyes, tears filling your own before you look back at Jaehyun, “Get them out of here! Now!” you called towards him before pulling yourself back into your room slamming the door shut, before throwing yourself onto the bed letting the tears fall.

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A knock on the door causes you to sit up. You sniffed slightly before brushing yourself off gently, you made your way to the door sighing softly, “Who is it?” your voice was shaky from all the crying you had been doing, and your nose was stuffed.

“It’s me y/n…” his voice was soft and sincere as he looked at your face when you opened the door for him. His arms immediately engulfed you in a hug. He must have fought with Mark again, his helmet was still on, the plates of his armor cool against your skin. He smelt like outside. You pulled yourself away from him slowly, your eyes searching his.

“Jaehyun…” you whispered as he pulled off the helmet shaking his hair out, the front pieces were matted from the sweat. You gulped softly, your eyes trailing down his body as you moved towards him again. You were at a loss for words. Your best friend, your best Knight, the person who’d always been there for you was the person you somehow found yourself in love with him. Your fingers unclipped the armor with ease as he watched you with a raised eyebrow. “I want you,” you whispered before wrapping your arms around his neck, colliding your lips with his.

His hands immediately wrapped around your back. His fingers worked to untie your dress as your hands pulled at the all too much clothing he was wearing. Your fingers tangle into his hair as you deepen the kiss, pressing against him as he successfully slid his hands to your sides after loosening the dress that covered you. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered to your lips gently before picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed you again.

His body moved, walking you towards your bed as he laid you down. His hand worked your dress down your body, his fingers pressing into your skin gently as he hovered over you slightly, his hair falling into his face. “You’re entirely too clothed.” You pouted up at him gently watching him pull the shirt he wore over his head, revealing his toned stomach to you. The butterflies bubbled up in your tummy as you slid your hands down his torso, his skin was warm under your hands. He kissed down your neck slowly, you let out soft groans as you pressed yourself into him slightly.

“Let me take care of you, baby…” he whispered into your ear as he kissed down your neck towards your breasts. His eyes always darting to yours for confirmation, your nods enticing him to move his kisses lower. His hands ran over your legs gently as he kissed your lower stomach, his fingers looping into the hem of your panties. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against the skin of your thighs.

“Jaehyun, please. I need you.” You whined looking down at him slightly, your breath hitching in your throat as your eyes met. A smirk formed on his face as he pressed his tongue flat against your core, a moan fell from your lips as you let your hair fall back against the pillows as he devoured you. His fingers pressed against your hole gently before sinking them into you as his tongue continued the assault on your clit. Your fingers tangled into his hair as you chased your high, his fingers curling slightly into you. “Fuck fuck J-jaehyun!” you moaned out letting your orgasm take over. He pulled himself away from you a small chuckle rumbling from his chest as he kissed back up your torso making his way to your lips, he hovered over you.

Your hands ran down his torso gently as you attempted to steady your breathing, your eyes locking with his. His dark brown eyes were soft and full of love as they poured into yours. He leaned in pressing his lips to yours as his hands continued to hold him up. “I don’t want to hold back anymore.” He mumbled against your lips softly as you wrapped your legs around his waist gently, you felt him against your core, a whimper falling against his lips.

“Jae please just fuck me already” You spoke to him words like this had never escaped your lips despite the nights you spent thinking of this moment with him, his eyes locked with yours as he pressed his tip against your aching core, his head dipping into the crook of your neck pressing a soft kiss as he slid himself into you. You let out a gasp, followed by a whimper.

Jaehyun’s eyes frantically searched yours. “Fuck I’m sorry!” he spoke fast, moving back slightly causing you to let out a whine, you couldn’t take it anymore, he was being too nice to you, you weren’t going to break.

“Please… I need it,” you spoke reaching your arm down between your bodies and guiding him back to your core. “I want you to fill me… please Jaehyun.” he let out a groan before slipping himself back into your soaked core.

His face pressed into your neck as he rocked his hips slowly loosening you up. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled softly as he thrusted slowly, followed by a string of compliments.

“More…” you begged. “Want all of it…” your mind was going numb as he thrusted into you. “Harder please..” you looked up at him, you looked so pretty for him, how could he deny you. He pulled you into him thrusting his length into you smirking at the moans you let out, your arms reached out pulling him to you, meeting his lips once again. His thrusts were steady as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Your moans fill the room. Your nails digging into his shoulders, clawing down his back you felt the knot in your belly tighten. “G-gonna cum”

“Me too princess… fuck you’re so pretty under me baby…” he looked towards you and held you close to him, grunting at the way your nails scraped at his skin as you came around his cock, he came soon after filling you just like you asked.

He let his body weight fall half on you before your hands ran through his hair softly. “It's okay Jaehyun…” you whispered gently feeling the rest of his weight against you, his lips pressed against your neck as you played with his hair, enjoying the moment for a while. You closed your eyes your breath steadying.

His hands softly rubbed at your sides before he spoke up, “Are you alright?” he sat up slowly pulling the cover over himself slightly as he admired your frame, you nodded softly pulling your body and the cover along with you. You smiled slightly your fingers tracing the marks you’d left on his biceps.

“I’m sorry about that…” you blushed, your ears turning red as you pulled your legs into your body gently looking up at him. You had nothing but love for your favorite Knight. “Jaehyun… will you take me away from here, somewhere that we can be together with no judgment?” your eyes met his with nothing but love and adoration before he nodded softly and laid down pulling you into him.

“Tomorrow Princess, I will take you anywhere you want to go.”

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The oath

The fire flames dance in the cavern's sultry air. Arya has to admit this is a great hiding place, as if the Sisterhood had built their own castle inside a mountain. Only the gods know how all the corridors were built, where anyone who is not set can get lost forever in this stone labyrinth, and the spans of the most varied sizes, heights and depths, which became rooms, kitchen, forge and even a temple.

Thoros took advantage of the largest, brightest, and most ventilated space to build a huge bonfire, where prayers to R'hllor take place and trials by combat, like that of the Hound, that no matter how many moons have passed, Arya is still sulking at the injustice of that fight. "They just let him go. As if the fact that the Hound is a good swordsman exempts him from his guilt and being an asshole."

Since that day, Arya has not been very fond of attending R'hllor cults. She admits that it's very interesting how the flames actually seem to talk to Thoros and take on different forms, but there is an aversion to the Lord of Light and his priests, like the red witch who tried to take Gendry a few weeks ago. Despite that, she's grateful for the flames that foretold the betrayal of the Freys and Boltons. If not for R'hllor's revelation, the ravens and doves sent in droves by the Sisterhood, his brother and mother would be dead and Winterfell would have been taken. Fortunately, that didn't happen, but it distanced her even more from Robb's troop, which lengthened her stay with the Brotherhood.

Arya only attends the rituals to keep up with Gendry, who genuinely seems fascinated by it all. "The Seven never did anything for me and, no offense, but I feel like a fool praying to a tree. At least R'hllor is something I can see. And shit, he raises the dead and does premonitions!" That's what Gendry told her when they talked about it one sleepless night. She can understand that, but at the same time it sparked a fear inside her that Gendry might be so fascinated as to abandon her and join the Brotherhood.

Not that she depends on Gendry for anything. She might as well do anything herself, but after years of traveling together, he's become part of her pack, taking the place of her broken family. The truth is that Arya loves him, although she still doesn't know what kind of love it is or how it affects their relationship, but she knows that this love is the reason for her fear of being abandoned. He promised that he would take her to his brother and Gendry never broke a promise or lied to her.

Besides, it's not like Arya needs that bull head or anyone else to survive. She knows how to use a sword better than most grown men, knows survival techniques, hunts extremely well and even learned how to take down a man twice his size, thanks to his fight training with Gendry. So there is no reason to be afraid of being alone, in fact, she is much more agile alone, others slow her down in many ways. But she still wants Gendry around.

– I still don't understand why they are consecrating this guy. – Gendry grumbles in his usual bad mood.

Arya looks at the man who swears his knighthood. He is a new member of the Brotherhood, terrible with a sword and even worse with a bow, but he is obedient and seems very convinced of his sense of justice. Arya likes the consecrations, they are one of the few rituals that don't make her angry or bored, because of her childhood dreams, when she ran after Bran with a wooden sword and told her father that she wanted to be a knight. He laughed. They always laugh.

– He'll get better with time. – Arya says just to piss him off. He is a stubborn bull who hates to be crossed. – When I was little… – Gendry regards her with a playful smile. "You're still little." She can almost hear him thoughts. – When I was a child, I dreamed of being a knight.

– You are a lady. – Gendry says in that mocking tone that she hates. – You can't be a consecrated knight, but you can own a castle and have your own oaths.

– I also dreamed of owning a castle, but that's impossible in this shitty world. – Arya's voice takes on an irritated tone and her nose wrinkles into a frown. – A woman can be the lady of a castle, but who manages it is the lord.

– Fuck that shit. – Gendry mutters, imitating her grimace. – You would still have knights.

– Actually, they wouldn't be sworn to me. - She says with a discreet laugh. Sometimes she forgets that Gendry didn't have a formal education like yours. He is not stupid, he knows very well how the world works apart from the privileges of the Great Houses, but he does not understand how the hierarchies and protocols of the nobility work. – Knights are not sworn to a person, but to a House and an estate. For example, Dad died, but the knights are still sworn to Winterfell and House Stark, which is to say, sworn to Robb.

She sees that Gendry is still looking at her, although his face has taken on a bored expression. Arya fixes her eyes on the consecration again. They are in a more isolated place and a little higher, so the view is privileged. Another man takes his vows and Baric consecrates him with his sword, as Thoros presents him to the flames of R'hllor. In the old days, that would ignite desire in her heart, but after what she's experienced on the Kingsroad, at Harrenhal, and with the Sisterhood, Arya no longer feels like dedicating her entire life to a single cause. There's a free and untamed spirit inside her, that wants to travel and see the most remote places in the world.

– I would give you a castle to rule, if I had one. – Gendry says softly, in that friendly tone that just exists to her. – You are smart and fair, you would be a fine ruler of Winterfell or anywhere else.

– Then it's a shame you're a bastard. – Arya jokes about the recent discovery that Gendry is King Robert's bastard son. – You could give me Storm's End.

– If I were legitimate, I wouldn't inherit Storm's End. – Gendry says with a shrug. – I would inherit the Seven Kingdoms and they would all be yours, my lady.

Arya feels her cheeks heat up. It's too much to hear that kind of thing from Gendry's gravelly husky voice, especially when he's speaking so low it's like a whisper. It almost feels like a statement and Arya doesn't know what to make of it.

– I wouldn't make a good queen or a good lady. – She says after a few minutes of silence. – It would be like being bound in golden chains. It is pretty, but it is still chains. – Arya smiles softly, feeling relieved to finally express her feelings aloud to the only person she trusts, who won't judge her and who understands her point of view perfectly. – I don't want the stability of a castle and the responsibility of a lordship. I want to be free, to know every remote place on earth and sail the sea to the edge. – His eyes remain fixed on the flames, but she can feel Gendry's gaze burning into her skin. – That's why no one would ever be sworn to me. Knights don't serve women, much less a free woman.

Silence settles between them for a while, but it's not uncomfortable. Gendry isn't much for talking, but he was always good at listening to her, especially her quirks and her weirdest thoughts. Sometimes she gets some response or they get into some argument, other times Gendry just absorbs her words and stores them somewhere inside him, in a place that not even Arya has access to. She feels as if his deep blue eyes are as mysterious and wild as the sea, whose waves resemble their color. "It's okay, I hide things inside myself too."

– This place is sacred, isn't it? – Gendry's question sounds strange and random to Arya. – Is what is said here valid, legitimate and blessed?

– I think so. Thoros practically turned it into a temple of R'hllor. – She replies with her eyes still fixed on the consecration. – If there is any sacred place in these lands, it is this place.

The three men, now Knights of the Brotherhood Without Banners, are lined up facing the fire. Baric hands them each a sword, and Thoros begins to pray to the flames, requesting for R'hllor's blessings. The fire churns, throwing sparks into the air, which crackles around it. The flames from the bonfire lighten the hall, forming shadows at its edges, making Arya and Gendry practically invisible. It was at that moment that she felt the body beside her move. She tilts her head in his direction and her eyes widen into glittering silver balls when she sees Gendry on his knees, his sword stuck in a crack in the stone floor.

– I, Gendry Waters, a bastard blacksmith from Flea Bottom, without titles or possessions, swear my loyalty and my life to you, Arya Stark of Winterfell. – His voice is a whisper in the darkness, serious and firm, at the same time soft and affectionate, twining itself in Arya's heart. - This sword does not belong to me, but I swear to be at your disposal, as well as any other weapon that my hands wield. I swear to forge your swords and your armor, I will wear your colors and your shields and I will follow you on land or sea. – Gendry's heat grows more intense. Arya can feel him closer and her body turns towards him on its own. She can even feel the cold blade of the sword touch the exposed skin of her ankle. – If you accept me, I will be your knight from this day, until the last of my days.

Arya stands completely still for a few seconds. She absorbs Gendry's words, which echo and curl inside her, filling voids in her heart that Arya didn't even know existed. This warms her inside in a sweet, delicious way, like warm mead. A flare of fire momentarily illuminates them. Arya can see Gendry right in front of her, still on his knees, his hands tightening around the hilt of his sword, his tanned skin bathed in the golden light of the flames and his blue eyes full of affection, anxiously awaiting her answer.

The shadow swallows them again. Between the many thoughts that bubble in her mind and the chaos of feelings that flood her heart, a certainty takes hold. Arya chooses to believe that this place truly is sacred and that the oaths they make to each other will stand true before the gods. She fumbles with her belt until she finds her dagger, then searches for Gendry's shoulder. “ As if it's hard to find someone that big.”

– I accept your oaths and make my own oath. – Arya touches his shoulder with the dagger, imitating the gesture of consecration of the knights. – I swear to put you under my protection, my colors and shields covering your shoulders, my swords will always be by your side and never against you. – Arya lifts her dagger and touches Gendry's other shoulder. – I swear to take you wherever I go, on land or sea, in the shadows or in the light. I swear to be your lady from this day, until the last of my days. – Arya collects the dagger and reaches for Gendry's hand, which wraps around hers at the feel of her touch. – Arise, Sor Gendry, Sworn Knight to Arya Stark.

– As my lady commands. – Gendry says raising her hand to his lips.

Inspiration: The accolade, by Edmund Leighton - 1901.

obs: English is not my native language, so this could contain a lot of errors.

#Gendrya fanfiction #arya x gendry #gendrya #Arya Stark #Gendry Waters

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queen-of-elves · 2 years

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Guardian angel

Steven Grant x reader (sort of Marc Spector x reader??)

A/N: This is sort of set before the events of Moon knight + I have no idea if I did my research on the artifact correctly so feel free to add or completely correct me. Also none of my fanfictions are proofread so I apologize in advance for mistakes and grammar.

Warning: reader is a cursing machine with no specific gender??, I am sorry if I missed something

Summary: Marc and reader had worked together for some years and have a love-hate relationship so when she finally found him after months of searching for him (Normalize paying your workers lol). She is shocked, ‘cause instead of snarky mercenary, she is met with Steven, handsome face of Marc however with a very sweet personality. + the brainrot imagine

Word count: cca 2.2K 🌻

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You have known Marc for sometime by now, fellow coworker in the craft if you will. Most of the time the two of you were great partners in crime. Sometimes bickering like an old married couple, which indeed was annoying as hell, but working with him had its own set of perks.

You have been tracking down your old colleague after he disappeared a couple of months ago, still owning you, your half from the job well done. So, there you were in rainy London in one of those old dirty buildings, following him, hopefully back to his new place. He noticed you a couple of streets back and now was running up the stairs with you hot on his tail.

“Asshole, you really thought you could hide from me?!” Your voice boomed through the hall. Disheveled Marc looked at you dumbfounded before turning back to his door, the metal keys rattling in his shaky hands. Was he really running from you? “Marc!” Your voice shook with him so much, he almost dropped his keys, still fiddling with them trying to find the right one for the lock.To this moment unsuccessful in his escape from you, yet at least.

“Listen… I don’t know who you think I am but I am not them!” Wheezing heavily, he shouted at you. Nervous eyes bolted to you, seeing you move closer to him as in response to his yelling. Your strategy consisted of shuffling your feet steadily down the hall. Inching closer to your prey, like a deer in headlight he stood frozen, keys still rattling in his grasp.

And at last he felt a wave of relief wash over him, he found the corresponding key for his flat. Swiftly unlocking the door, he squeezed in, almost shutting the door in your face. Almost.

Ripping the door open you were greeted by a bookwormish flat and Marc staring widely at you. “You still owe me the money.” You shut the door behind you and strode over to him. Gripping his arm tightly, you pushed him to the door.

His back hit the hard wall behind him and your hand planted itself next to his head, keeping him caged between the wall and your body. If he was nervous before now he was trembling.

This time he won’t disappear, this time I will get my money out of him.

“So where is it?” You growled in his handsome face. Marc never acted like this no matter how hard he tried to keep his new mask intact, so what was his deal now? Hoping you will turn blind eye and let him spend all your sweet money? Nah. You worked hard for it and no charade could keep you away from it longer than needed.

“So-sorry, what?” He looked kinda adorable, all disheveled and confused. You had no idea Marc could sound so meak. However your now captured prey seemed to turn paler the longer you stood so close.

“Your new identity is a cute bookworm or what?” Turning around you left him with a bit of room to catch his breath. While browsing his knit knacks, books and postcards on the aquarium tank, written by his mom (?), you could hear him taking heavy breaths, trying to compose himself. You lifted one of the paperweights in the shape of a pyramid, weighing it in your hand before throwing it in the air and catching it with another. His, Steven’s, flat seemed homey, that kind of comfy you only get if you properly live in it, not exactly Marc’s style. He usually either put practical stuff in the room or so basic that it felt like walking in a room in Ikea. Your coworker must have got a real knack for it in the meantime you haven’t seen him. The whole London flat exuded a sense of normality, a home you happily go to on a tiring day, full of personal items and loved things. He even got a pet, a one-finned cutie. Was the situation so bad he had to go into deep undercover? Maybe Marc has a sweet secret twin, cause you have never seen him put that much effort in a disguise, not even a new identity and this Steven Grant identity started to grow on you faster than you expected.

“If you are in the middle of some other job… just say it. We both know you always need my help.” You grinned, snarky remarks and so awfully rude comments was something you often did to make Marc snap. “Or just give me what is mine and I will go.” This could be a great deal. Proposing not ruining his new mission was a magnificent leverage.

“You think you can play this game for a long time, hm? Marc.” You kept on strolling around his apartment. Enjoying the dominant hand you had, no bickering and fighting over the upper hand that’s how it normally was with you and Marc. Competition over who could put up with the other one's annoying self.

“Just shut up!” He shouted on top of his lungs, an unsettling feeling now sitting in the dark pit of your stomach. This for sure sounded like a Marc, now British accent and his mannerism seemed to set on the rougher side of the spectrum, not basically covering in the corner like before. You expected him to be angry for this stunt of yours but not like this. He sounded awfully distressed. This job must be incredibly serious even for someone like Marc.

“You have to get out. Now!” There was a vein on his forehead looking like seconds from popping and there was a sweat collection on his brows. You don’t remember Marc being stressed. Maybe on the job in Kahira or the one shoutout in China but that's been years.

You opened your mouth but he cut in again. “You have no idea what's happening and this time I can’t explain it to you, okay? You have to trust me and get out now!” He kept on yelling at you.

“How can I help?” Marc shook his head, trying to sort his thoughts so he could give you at least a decent excuse to kick you out now, before everything went to shit. “You don’t have to explain a shit to me, Marc. I have known you for years and for you to act like this it must be something hella important to you.” Pausing so you could await his answer before adding. “By the way… the British accent is kinda shit.” Grinning at him, you could feel the tension leave the room, finally.

“Yeah, not my idea.” Moving one of the chairs in the kitchen area he lazily sat down. His back bent down under a new kind of tired you have yet to see him deal with.

“Wha-” “His name is Steven and I know it’s kinda hard to believe but he is not me, it's not another secret identity… it's just… him.” He started to murmur, clasping his hands together, his forearms set in his thighs as he proceeded to lean forward.

“I know it's weird but-,” he paused, looking at his tired reflection in the window and fixing his curls, “ could you keep him safe? Just for the time being, please.” Whispering just right above inaudible. You have known Marc for a very long time and he never ever pleaded for anything. This was serious.

“Fine, I kinda don’t understand what’s going on but fine,” you huffed,” I would actually rather work with him than you, he is sweeter.” Smile blossomed on your face.

The snarky comment made the mercenary chuckle in return. “For sure,”he lowered his gaze to the floor,” but remember you wouldn’t survive without me.” He laughed loudly. Marc was still quite pissed at the mess you have thrown him into. If it weren’t for you searching for him Steven wouldn’t have suspected anything. Serves him right for not paying you for the last job.

“Moron.” You growled.

“Idiot.”

***

“So are you now following me around… because you mistook me for someone else? That doesn’t make much sense honestly.” Steven awkwardly laughed, trying to keep you engaged in any kind of conversation. It seemed over his head but he still shoot his shot. You hummed to acknowledge his question while stuffing your mouth full of sandwich. Said sandwich was not half bad even though you would never go for the vegan option. In fact you have never had anything vegan before, however silly Steven took pity on your rumbling stomach and gave you half of his lunch for breakfast. It was not a habit to be so goddamn unprofessional but it felt like Marc could bolt on you in any second, so constant pursuance it was.

He, Steven, you had to remind yourself, was going to work and you let him lead the way, stalking three steps behind him. London streets were crowded as ever, full of people rushing to work and appointments. The sky was painted gray with a breeze carrying any light rubbish in the air.

It’s going to rain soon.

Marc must have had reason to ask you to keep him safe. Were they still after him or did he pissed of new enemy? These thoughts were following you just as you were following sweet Steven to his work. “Sure.” You said with your mouth full, not registering if the egyptology fan kept on talking, he probably was.

“W-What should I call you? I mean, probably your name, right? Of course, if you aren’t on some sort of a secret mission.”

“Are you a secret agent?” He added, turned around and a puzzled expression met your face.

“You can call me your guardian angel, dummy.” Bumping his shoulder with yours as a signal to keep walking.

***

“I actually applied to be one of the tour guides in the museum, unsuccessfully as you can see.”Murmured the last part. He sure was enthusiastic about egyptology just like Marc, more nerdish tho.

“So you know all that stuff? For real?” You were one out of the team that was in the business just for the money. Who could blame you tho, the economy these days was bullshit. And paying rent was not enough. You had to get cash somewhere for new clothes and your other hobbies, right? Living a good life is hella expensive after all.

“Well, yeah!” Steven assured you softly. He looked so hopeful, so much happier than you have seen him in the last couple of days of the surveillance.

“That’s kinda neat…” You admitted to him.

“Tell me something about this one.” You pointed at an old yet still colorful panel with a figure painted on it. This request made him even more chipper, and put a bounce in his step. It made you feel warm seeing him so cheerful. As if on signal Steven turned around to look at you, but you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing you smile.

“Oh, Fowling in the marshes, it depicts Nebamun fowl hunting in the marshes with his wife and daughter. It was found in his tomb and it’s said it’s one of the greatest paintings from Ancient Egypt-,” He sounded so at peace while talking about Egyptology, so comfortable in his own skin, “but I am no art critic, so.” Chuckling at his joke you looked at him with a smile, realizing your mistake, corners of your mouth dropped immediately.

“STEVIE! You are late again.” Harsh voice stopped him from continuing.It was that kinda voice that claws its way to your ears and enjoys sending shivers down your spine. And all of it was coming from a blond woman striding to you. His work superior? Considering her rude tone but must have been someone from a higher position than him.

“Is he bothering you? Stevie, what have I told you about bothering our visitors.” She just kept on going and going until finally Steven cut her off.

“She is my friend actually.” His response was met with a pregnant pause from both of you. Were you two friends? Does following someone as a bodyguard count as being friends?

“I didn’t know you had friends.” Remarked what you have later learned was Donna.

Her scowl must have stayed on her face permanently after you had waved her off with a neutral expression. Your first impression of her was horrendous, what an insufferable person. Poor Steven that he must work with her so closely- “I-I like your smile by the way. You should smile more” He interrupted your thoughts just as you were thinking about him. Was it so obvious what you were thinking about?

You could still see Donna standing by, tapping her watch and glaring daggers at him. This was probably your cue to let him go to work peacefully. Maybe you could browse around in the gift shop and visit some exhibitions before it would be the end of his shift.

“Maybe I should.” You affirmed. Changing your mind, you turned around and left before he could say his goodbyes, but still waved your hand as bye to Steven behind you. He didn’t need a babysitter at his work and what could go wrong in the British museum.

There were still so many uncertain things about Steven, of that you were sure. Maybe Marc will one day explain all the details to you. Wait- You still didn’t get back your money…

Damn Marc!

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kachuuyaa · 3 years

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##MELANCHOLY'S INTOXiCATiON — genshin impact

g.i, kaeya, fic? drabble?

1CHARACTER; KAEYA

2GENRE; fluff? i dunno

3INCLUDES; alcohol, kaeya being drunk, kaeya, reader being sick and tired Damn u just want to sleep, u playing the piano because youre a Good Friend 🤣💥😲⁉️😲

4AUTHOR’S NOTES ?! sometimes i want to hug kaeya sometimes i want to punch him 😘🤨 love him though he’s just an asshole sometimes your honor

5SYNOPSIS; was it intoxication that led them to you? They say you succumb to impulsiveness when you drink, but was it really impulsiveness when they showed up at your doorstep? In which, they stumble onto your house, inebriated and miserable. out of pity, (at least, that's what you say) you lay them on your couch and play a piano piece for them. Since when did you play the piano?

..WAS IT A HARD DAY FOR HIM? HE himself didn't know. Whatever it is, it ended up being one of those nights. his breathing unstable, head down low, fingers entangling a glass of the famous Death After Noon. His memories, however, are what he's trying to forget for the night (as always, but really, he wouldn't admit it.) but, much to his displeasure, while he was trying to drown his life away with his drinks, his memories decide to drown him in. Kaeya liked to call himself confident and exceptional, but with you, his confidence seemed to lessen. How dare you, he thinks, familiar yet in denial with these feelings, how dare you make me able to feel such things, he thinks again, he blames you, it's a daily thing for him now, whenever his emotions go haywire, when he looks at you and feels— nervous, at first, why would he feel nervous? He knew the answer already. Although Kaeya Alberich, ever the cunning liar, thinks—oh, no, he knows, that it's but a crush. Now, though? Oh, how you've swept said Cavalry Captain, he's absolutely smitten for you, and he wonders if you are too. He doesn't know, nor he doesn't care how many ounces he has drunk, but it seems enough for him to get sent out by his beloved brother. A scowl printed on the redhead's face, snatching his brother's cup when he was about to order— again. Seriously, when he's in love, (was that the right word to describe it, now?) he managed to get more annoying, that doesn't make him less irresistible. (at least, that's what he thinks.) Diluc only sighs, however, concern replacing his aloof demeanor. they weren't on the best of terms, per se— scratch that, they weren't on good terms. Have you ever seen Diluc without his scowl whenever his eyes land on Kaeya? "Go home, Kaeya." Diluc warns, but Kaeya only smiles, "Is dear brother worried for me?" He says, slurred— but his stepbrother was able to notice the slight tease on his tone. He clicked his tongue, turning away, to revel in the light the moon provided. It's almost like the sky, the gods, were mocking the cavalry captain. His periwinkle eye shines under the twilight, making his face a sight to those who noticed. He grunts, standing up from his seat, legs a bit wobbly due to the amount of drinking he had done. a few crack of his joints, he managed to stand up straight— for a few seconds, that is. He turns around, back to where his stepbrother was last seen, "See you soon, brother, goo— ah," he spoke, a pained click of his tongue was heard; he gained a headache. "Good night." He managed to voice out, stepping out of the tavern, footsteps uneven and vision blurred. He could only imagine a faint "take care of yourself, Kaeya." from Diluc.

A knock on your door, who could it be? At this hour, as well? [Name], ever the overthinker. Capable of replacing Kaeya's position on the Knights Of Favonius, do you think? You really did not have the energy to tend to anyone today. Although you really didn't do anything today, let's gloss over that. The moon— reminds you of that periwinkle eye that never seems to leave your figure. You weren't an idiot, you knew, but what you didn't know, was did he know that you know? He didn't, actually. He tried being subtle; he thought he was being subtle. He was described as observant, yet he still doesn't know that he's not being subtle; was it on purpose? You didn't know, and yet, you can't find yourself to care. You just needed confirmation. To be fair, when you dream about him and when he manages to have the key to your heart, does that mean you love him? Another knock, this time, louder. Letting out a 'tch' in frustration, you get up, walking to the door as slowly as possible. Was it cruel, to make the unexpected and definitely unwanted visitor wait for a while? To you, obviously not. You were about to sleep, for fucks' sake. Turning the doorknob, You were met with quite an unexpected sight. Kaeya, the man you were thinking about just a few moments ago, slumped on the wall near your door, clothes disheveled, lips stained with what you could make out as wine, hair tousled, some strands falling on his face, a slight blush on his cheeks— something you have never seen before, and his hands were placed on his forehead. He was heavily breathing and seemed to have put your attention on you when you oh so softly called out his name. "Hello, darling," the pet name rolled off his tongue before he could prevent it. Was this man trying to kill you? If he is, he's doing a damn good job. (just like he always is.) with his noticeable, yet unique eyes boring into your own, his features being illuminated, courtesy of the moonlight. Quickly snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to the man looking at you. "Why.." you made a circling motion with your pointer finger, to which Kaeya chuckled at. His voice, raspy, entered your ears and led you to the conclusion that he was, once again, drunk. "I think you have an idea, princess." He said, the pet name once again leaving his mouth. You could feel your face heating up, however, that was the least of your concerns. "Anyways.." He trailed off, cocking his head to the door, "Are you gonna let me in?" He really didn't want to entertain any questions relating to why he came to your house instead of his, (once again, he decides to blame it on his feelings-- on you) but he decides to play along; that's what he does best, no?

You reluctantly let him in, hearing a relieved ‘thank you’ from the blue-haired man. Contemplating whether to make him sleep on the couch or in the guest bedroom— did you even have one? You forgot the interior of your house due to how tired you are. Not that you were complaining, thinking makes your head hurt on nights like these. in the middle of your internal monologue, Kaeya made himself comfortable on your couch; a squeak was heard when he was shifting. You quickly shifted your gaze to the man who is now in front of you. Silence fills the canvas that is the sky and your living room. "Remove your accessories," You mumble, hoping that he would hear it. He flicked his head to you, smirking, "At least take me out for drinks," He teased, and you couldn't help but deadpan at him. Oh, you’re taking him out alright. With a sword. Although intoxicated, his teasing was still unrelenting. He obeyed you, either way, taking off his cape, (was it a cape? it looks like so.) and his pelt of fur, placing them carefully on the small coffee table in front of him. Then, his boots came off as well. "Enjoying the view, hm?" He cooed, locking his eyes with yours, and you let out an amused hum, unfazed by his antics. "Right," you really don't want to deal with this today. It's late at night, and this Cavalry Captain decided to barge into your doorstep. You didn't want to ask why, though, he'll tease you relentlessly while avoiding the topic. You grabbed some spare pillows and blankets from your other room. Internally clicking your tongue and cursing him out in your mind, you halted your footsteps when you saw him sleeping. His mouth was slightly agape and his legs were (long, was your first thought) bent so he could fit on your couch. Snickering to yourself, you gently lifted his head up to put the pillow below him, and a blanket on top of him. Thinking about it, you doubted the reason why he came here was to bring false hope. To make you believe that you actually had the chance to be with the Kaeya Alberich, the proclaimed bachelor of Mondstadt. You knew how many people would kill to be in your place right now, but that, you could care less about. Kaeya was unpredictable; you knew. You kept learning new things about him every day, but to others, it may seem that he could read you like the back of your hand. He wasn't wrong, nor was he right, but the things you do are sometimes predictable, some even more so than others. You surprise him, you really do; you could learn things and adapt to certain situations in a snap, and that was probably what allured him. You were attractive, it was obvious, it doesn't take a genius to see that, but what attracted him was the personality you never showed to people. It was a privilege to Kaeya, to him, at least. You sighed, walking towards your grand piano in the center of the living room, light reflecting from its material. You made sure your footsteps were soft so as not to disturb the man on your couch, and you sat down. A melody won't hurt, would it?

your fingers worked their way to the keyboard, and then, you play. Your fingers were like weavers— skilfully weaving a masterpiece and satisfying its client, and you— clearly you weren't going to fail such powerful pianists, now would you? You were painting a canvas using your fingers, pressing on its keys ever so gently; the music traveling with the wind. You had a natural talent for piano, it was obvious, you never had a hard time implementing piano pieces onto your head. Your fingers were single-handedly forming a story on their own on the piano, pressing onto its tiles and carefully playing each note. Kaeya, on the other hand, was never asleep. This was one of the moments where you never fail to surprise him. Piano? Since when were you able to play such an instrument? You never mentioned such a thing to him, nor to anyone he could recall. Could he say that this melody you were playing, just for him, made him fall even harder? It was a pit that he could never escape, he realized that. Maybe the reason why he was here was that he was looking for you. He knew that he loved you, he's not denying it anymore. Who knew that such a simple piece could impact someone's thoughts—

Kaeya's thoughts? Simple, because it was you who was playing it, you, the person who he has fallen in love with, who never fails to make his heart race even when you just spare a glance at him, and you, who has amazed him in more ways than one. He slept soundly to the tune of your melody, dreaming about you, and he wondered, are you dreaming about him too?

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Dress Codes,Nooky And Cock Blocks

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Henry tries to be a white knight and realizes Kal is to smart for his own good.

Request/Prompt: Henry and Kal meets you from work after having a bad day. Playing with Kal to make Henry jealous. Shutting kal out for some nooky but Kal sits outside the door barking and howling.

Warnings: Smutty Almost Smut! Fluff, Swearing

A/N: so this has combined two ideas one of which is from the lovely @being-worthy This was going to be a Pooh bear chapter two but hasn't quite fit the bill. Anyway I hope you all enjoy. P.S I 100% belive Kal would be a little shit!!!

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This was a fucking piss take your manager was an asshole! You huffed about the office still trying to process the stupidity he just fucking spouted at you. You moved to the ladies room phone in hand ready to vent locking yourself in a stall fingers poised to rant in a long ass text message but you froze. Henry was home well at the gym to be more specific. He was over the moon having just snagged the role of Geralt of Rivia and had been working tirelessly on bulking up for the role especially now that he was getting the dates for shooting. You paused taking a deep breath. No. You cant vent to him and ruined his day to. You growled and moved leaving the bathroom slamming the door thankful that you only had another hour, at least the prick had the decency to wait until the end of the day.

You through your phone down into the bag sitting at your desk for a few moments. You cast your eyes over the computer screen seeing the little bimbo...His little bimbo Stacey there was an office romance between your asshat of a manager and this little blonde. She ran about the office in small tight skirts hair immaculate and thick makeup smeared across her face and fuck me glasses that were an accessory not prescription like yours. She had a snug fitted blouse and pencil skirt on flitting about the office in some dangerous looking heels. More feminine? Was you supposed to jump up and say 'yes sir of course Sir, anything to keep this job sir' then flutter your lashes at him?.

Fuck that, and fuck this be more feminine bullshit, there was no written dress code and as far as things had gone you were doing your job pretty damn well and you didn't need heels to do it!

You scowled seeing the blonde slip out followed by your manager it mus be time fore their discrete get away a make out in the copier room...How original. You sighed clicking your mouse scanning through the next lot of appointments...No more today but there was a shit tonne tomorrow. You sighed getting down...Was your job really on the line over skirts, makeup and heels? Sure you were on probation but they couldn't sack you for breaking a non existent dress code...Could they.honestly you wouldn't put it past Dave he seemed to have some fucked up traditional views.

Your attention was quickly drawn down to your phone buzzing you smiled seeing it was Henry quickly tapping the notification.

'Bbe you still at the office?? Miss you! 😘😘' You smiled softly heaving a deep breath then began typing.

'Yep still here not for long though finish in 1hr thank god 😘😘 u 2 at the gym still??' You sent the text and got a reply pretty quick you smiled he must have left the gym to reply so quick. Your thoughts wandered a daydream of the huge glorious man puffed out and sweaty ugh yes that's what you needed right now your man to just ruin you fuck the stress and doubt right out of you!. Your eyes scanned the new text he had sent pulljng you out of your raunchy thoughts.

'No just left walking Kal around the park he got a bit excited need to wear him out, so have a good day?'

'😂 good luck with that. And its been okay...G2g shopping after apparently I need to dress more feminine😒😒 so will be home late' You frowned hearing the two love birds enter the office again wrapped up around one another professionally you rolled your eyes as the blonde pulled away from your manager giggling and made her way to the computer opposite you instantly reaching for her compact mirror trying to correct the smeared lipstick across her face. Your phone pinged and you looked down face lighting up a little seeing the anger emojis. Henry felt the same ass you.

'😡😡🤬WTF? wats tht sppsd 2 mean?' you cringed maybe you should have just kept your mouth shut but it was too late now you sighed trying to placate him.

'I need to wear skirts and shit...be an office bimbo no big deal🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ just get a few skirts thts all' you typed back his reply was immediate almost as if he'd been typing the same time as you. Wincing you prepared yourself for the worse, Henry was a very protective man and you knew he hated the whole gender roles thing.

'😡😡You dnt need makeup and shit!! ur gorgeous dnt u listen to that wanker!! Can't u leave early?? Say ur going shopping?? Just get out of there! please love dnt let this get 2 u!!🥺🥺 I love u, ur perfect!!😍😘😘😍' You grinned got flushing rereading the words a warmth in your chest. You knew that he meant every word. Stacey looked over with a smirk snapping the compact shut and pointed a false nail in your direction.

"Oh? Is that a blush? Who are you texting? Someone cute?" You flicked your eyes up to her you didn't have anything against her per say but you were different people, she was all Instagram, kardashians and trending and you were all gaming, books and cosy pajamas. You never really spoke to her if you could help it.

"Err yeah...My boyfriend" you admitted looking down seeing another text from him. Another round of compliments and reassuring words lit up your screen.

'I mean it bbe I know u! dnt beat urself up over it! Dont u let him get 2 u!😘😘' you smiled softly yes he did know you and he knew this had not only made you angry but also insecure. You thought you looked good at work you always made a point to look 'put together' but it wasn't enough?

"Ooo was that him again? You never told me you had a boyfriend! Is he new? How long have you been together? What does he do? Whats he saying!?" You gulped as she got up quickly scuttling around the desk as fast as she could in her heels and skirt.

"We've been together a few years...He's just asking me to leave early and catch diner with him but I don't think Dave would like that..." Stacey's face lit up and she beamed at you. She was happy to have something else to gossip about.

"Oh! that’s so sweet~ he wants to steal you away for dinner! You know I wish Dave would do that but he only really pays attention to me at work....So does this sweet mystery man have a name?" You looked up at her tilting your phone away a little so she didn't see Henry's on going threats of 'coming down there and teaching Dave some manners by ripping his tongue out his ass' you shook your head as you caught the ass end of a long text full of emojis...You sort of regret teaching him the meanings of them....Was that an eggplant in the middle?.

"Henry...His name is Henry and he's an actor" Stacey squealed cupping her face completely excited for some reason.

"Oh that's so cute! You know its always you shy ones that nab yourselves the boho guys...You know I always wanted to date the 'boho' type myself but never did, they were all to....Just not my type I like clean cut guys, you know ones who fill out a suit" You squinted what the fuck was she getting at? You schooled your features standing taller quickly and made your own little dig.

"Like Dave?" she flushed and nodded excitedly missing the whole sarcastic droll over your words. She clapped her hands completely missing the fact you were poking fun at the scrawny 'stud' sleazeball who Henry could easily snap over his thigh if he wanted to.

"Yes just like my Dave~! Ugh anyway do you have a pic...Come ooon! Let me see your man~" you sighed tilting your head to her...She was pretty harmless...And dippy so it shouldn't do any harm she didn't strike you as the type of person to watch Henry's movies so shouldn't recognize him. You nodded sweetly it was actually a little fun you rarely got to show off your man, most people who knew him knew you were dating. You twisted the phone eying the screen and froze seeing the last texts he sent you whilst you spoke to Stacey.

'Have you got out early??🧐🧐'

'Babe don't ignore me!😤😤 Is he still there!?😡'

'Woman you better answer me! Stop ignoring me bbe it wont help😤😤'

'Im serious y/n do I need to chat with him? Do you want me to help?🧐🧐'

'Look out the window'

"Oh hell no!" you huffed out under your breath then stood up scrabbling to the large office window Stacey followed you alarmed. You freaked and quickly opened the window poking your head out to scream at your sweet but very dappy boyfriend. As irritated as the texts were he didn't look it, well until you really looked he was tense and it wasn't just because Kal was puling excitedly.

"Oh my god?! HENRY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!....GET OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED ROAD!!" lone behold when you looked down you saw Henry standing there with a huge bouquet of Roses and a bag you suspected held a box of chocolates, Kal was barking up at you spinning in circles and jumping up super excited almost dragging the huge man over in all the excitement. It would seem the walk was not enough to wear out the bear. Henry grinned up at you you heard Stacey from beside you gasp.

"Holy shit is that your boyfriend??" you turned to her and smiled smugly to her nodding then glanced back down to him seeing him quickly navigate the people bustling around the car park heading for the doors. You froze. You can't let him up here he sounded angry earlier...He'd kill Dave. You ran back to your desk quickly logging off the pc and snatching up your bag.

"Where do you think your going y/n?" Dave called after you you stopped seeing him there arms crossed giving you the filthiest look he could muster seeing your bag slung over your arm then there was the distinct buzzing of someone Henry at the door trying to be buzzed in. You pointed to the door opening our mouth to fake sickness or something but was interrupted.

"Oh Dave leave her alone...All the times she's here early let her go early for once, we don't need her anymore today and it means we get the office to ourselves for an hour~" your eyes bugged out as Stacey came to your aid fluttering her lashes to your manager. He heaved a sigh and nodded to the door in a 'get out of here' motion.

You smiled quickly darting out down the stairs to the ground floor seeing Henry standing there unimpressed finger holding the button down in one long irritating ring. You shook your head at him through the glass as he held the button.

You slapped the exit button opening the door and Henry tried darting past you into the building chest puffed shoulders ready to give your boss a piece of his mind but you caught the frightening man by his ridiculous bulging bicep. You spun with him digging your heels into the worn carpet.

"No no no! Henry no!" he carried on to the stairs dragging you with him passing you the roses and Kal's lead as the dog bounced around you both yipping like the over excited pup he was. Henry had hoped filling your hands would give him time to jump up a few steps out of your reach so he could have a chat with Dave about this whole misogynistic bullshit. Henry swore when you scampered behind him hooking your arms around his forearm and leant back, if he moved you'd drop like a rock and up the few steps as you both were, you'd hurt yourself. He stopped heaving a deep sigh looking to you.

"Just five minuet's babe is all I need! fucking feminine my ass he just wants to oogle your peach of an ass!! And that's not- that ass is mine!! fucking no one NO ONE fucking upsets my baby!" Your body flushed skin prickling at the shear alpha tone the possessive growl that seeped into his words made you tremble swallowing dryly you managed to shake it off and focused on the task at hand fucking could come later for now you needed to stop him from ripping your manager a new one. You moved crouching down bearing your weight down giggling at him as he still tried to thunder up the stairs. Kal helped to pulling at his lead it was a joint effort.

"Henn love?! I'll be sacked if you go up there and make Dave piss himself! Please lets just go home it's Friday I can find a few things over the week end for now can we please leave" he stopped and looked up to the brown ceiling and flickering light sigh he clicked his tongue then looked to you slowly with a heavy breath.

"....Fine, but next time I'm having him!" you smiled finding his protective side arousing your tummy clenching just knowing you big strong man could rinse the little twat upstairs made your pussy clench you always had a thing about strong men and Henry was the most physically fit you'd ever met. You somehow managed to coax him out of the door in the direction of home taking a detour picking up a Chinese on the way.

You giggled rolling around the floor with Kal. after a quiet dinner and snuggle with Henry you had been ushered away so he could do his nightly reading of his new script.You didn't mind at all you loved seeing him so invested in his roles. you caught a glimpse of the red roses sitting proudly in a glass vase on the fireplace almost blocking the view of the tv but not quite. You loved this, just being home with your favorite boys enjoy a nice quiet night in. you scoffed mocking kal who was pulling hard on the black rope trying to out witt you with quick flicks of his head, playing tug with Kal was a workout huge as he was he had the weight and strength to out match even Henry. You did not stand a chance just holding onto the black rope hoping to slow him down but he was full of energy today.

Henry was sitting on the sofa feet up reading his witcher script pen in hand as he read his page, one a night was the deal. But honestly trying to pull him away from this particular script was a hell of a job fair enough he was trying to memorize lines and scribble down alternatives in the margins. It was sweet how excited he got, he already knew the character in and out so could already tweak things around so it felt like Geralt. He was happy had been chasing the role for a while so you didn't mind that preparing for it was taking up most of his time. but you were still horny from earlier and wouldn't complain to a night of nooky. But alas Henry was drawn in by the script and you were trying to find other ways to distract yourself from the bubbling arousal in your loins, like playing with Kal. But that’s not to say you wasn't going to tease your man, there were ways to get his attention~

You smirked putting a plan into action bending lower wriggling your ass, craning back so your shorts rode up just that little bit more. Then once in place you squealed loud gaining the mans attention as Kal tugged dragging you across the floor growling playfully bouncing his weight back jerking you around, it was only then that Henry grunted in annoyance, your voice had been high he loved you keeping Kal entertained he really did, but sometimes he needed a little quiet. Especially when he was trying to concentrate.

"You know if I keep this up I'll have bigger muscles then you~" you giggled out a you tried to hold your own against the mighty bear. Henry smiled and watched shaking his head as Kal dragged you under his legs to the free space on the side of the coffee table. As much as he was trying to concentrate you could never get on his nerves for long, he just loved you to damn much. Henry frowned as you were pulled again wincing anticipating an accident as Kal was definitely getting to invested in the game.

"Or a dislocated shoulder" he commented as Kal did another particularly painful looking shunt and shook his head side to side still growling loud around the toy. It was then that he looked at you properly and what he saw made the man pause and suck in a breath air getting trapped in his throat at the innocently erotic sight. Seeing you bent over any time was a pleasure but here and now? Bouncing deliciously on your knees being half dragged about the living room added another dimension to the whole thing. Your arms and back stretched out low on the floor spine arched slightly, sitting with your knees tucked under you, the bouncing making your ass jump deliciously.

Two full ass cheeks peeking out of you short shorts as Kal carried on his jerky movements. You bit your lip grunting and tugged back pulling with all your might successfully gaining a few inches which Kal stole back and more making you yelp and moan as you were sprawled out on the carpet again. This time dragged up on your knees into a position he he spent many nights enjoying to his fullest. were you doing this on purpose? he wouldn't put it past you...Maybe you needed a fuck, a proper fuck.

Henry couldn't help the twitching in his groin, the first tremors as he got a front row seat to the two perfect globes of your ass seemingly clapping against one another with the shorts acting like a thong shucked up your ass. Fuck you wasn't wearing Knickers again. Little fucking minx. He lowered his feet to the floor now far to invested in watching you roll around in the tiny shorts. swept up in the way your body swayed taunting him. you turned to him with a sly smile and sent him a quick wink that he almost missed.

He gaped at you, you were doing it on purpose!! His script laid completely forgotten on his lap as he watched you turn back to Kal innocently dipping down low again shoulders to the floor stretched out taught in front of you face tucked into your arm as Kal fought you for the coveted rope. God...It had been a while since he fucked you like that. He licked his lips. Too long in the busy days since snagging the witcher role he had only had time for a two quickies. Two fumbled quickies in three weeks and they wasn't even that good. Well not his usual hour long foreplay teasing and touching then good few rounds. They were just a flurry of fast rutting motion's, less fucking more jerking trying to finish as quickly as you could just wanting that high. he bit his lip watching you watch him out of the corner of your eye definitely teasing him.

"Babe come here~" You froze and twisted your head back you knew that tone.Grinning knowing you'd got your way you looked seeing Henry eyeing you hungrily biting his lip tilting his head, legs spread wide making his thighs bulge in what should be a loose set of black shorts but actually became skin tight on this Goliath of a man. You flushed under the gaze but managed to hold into the rope not giving the still pulling pup an inch. His eyes were a dark ocean blue pupils nearly swallowing the color completely, you wondered how far you could push him. you pouted at him before teasing him further opening your legs wider letting the material of your shorts almost completely disappear.

"Henry...I'm playing with Kal-" he squinted at you then quirked a brow before shaking his head snapping shut the folder holding the script and let it drop to the floor by his foot with a decisive thump. You gulped. But didn't move instead you heaved back pulling the Akita across the floor.

"Babe...Come here Kal's had his playtime..." you rolled your eyes hearing the silent 'now I want mine' sometimes he was a man child. You twisted your head to him with a flutter of your lashes and cheeky grin.

"Well I'm playing with Kal you have to wait your turn-HEY? HENRY THAT’S CHEATING!?" You yelped as Henry quickly bolted up right and stomped on the rope whilst using his considerable size and strength to pull you up off the floor making you release the toy.

"Well that’s enough playing with Kal, time to play with me. I wont be cock blocked in my own house by the dog~" you giggled as Henry quickly began climbing the stairs laughing kicking your feet, watching as Kal stayed two steps behind rope in his mouth excitedly following his parents, you were all going to play!. It was only when the dog found himself shut out of the bedroom did he realize you were in fact not going to be playing with him anymore tonight. you could hear the indignant huff through the door.

You wriggled as Henry fell onto the bed with you wrapped around him slowly devouring each other with deep kisses tongues and teeth roaming each other. It had been a good few weeks since you both explored one another properly. Henry pulled away chuckling at the soft scratches at the door. Kal was not impressed.

"Kal go lie down! We will be finished soon" Henry called out and ignored the high whines and more insistent scratching at the door and leaned over you sucking at your neck decorating it as he saw fit leaving marks of red and purple biting his mark into the crook of your neck then lower tracing a warm wet train over your thin shirt. You moaned clutching his waist trapping him between your thighs using the grip you had to rock up onto him trying to ease the burning in your core.

"Oh whats this? Someone is impatient considering she wanted to keep playing with Kal?" His voice came out as a deep rasp making you gasp cupping his face.

"You treating me with your Geralt babe?" He smiled latching onto your ear rocking down onto you drawing out soft mewls. You vaguely heard Kals whines become louder barks out side the door hearing the dog jump up pawing at the handle of the door trying to break in.

"Oh you like?~" You sighed quickly trying to rid your tshirt panting feeling just how wet your slit had got, you were embarrassingly wet considering you hadn't even done anything yet.

"Fuck yes~ oh god its so-ah fuck its so hot Henry~" he pulled back growling in the new low tone you hadn't known he was capable of, his large hands helped remove the tshirt throwing it across the room and latched onto your tits biting and sucking slow flicking his tongue across a pebbled nipple as his hands stripped you of your shorts. he chuckled seeing the damp patch, your arousal sticking to the material in one neat line.

"Oh you really do need me don't you love~" you nodded to him whining when he pulled back grunting a growl biting your boob and sucking harshly. You both moved in tandem rolling around the sheets grinding ,rocking ,biting and grunting both intent on ignoring the pup crying outside the door. He would wear himself out and get bored. Well that was the plan anyway.

Henry finally pinned you and descended on your core like a starving man given the sweetest fruit. You cried out fingers in his hair unsure what spurred on this heated frenzie but would happily indulge him. One thing you loved about him is he was always up for eating you out, the man thrived on it! He seemed to get a massive kick out of feasting on you until you came all over him. You grunted as he suckled on your bud teasing and twisting his supple lips across it Nipping you began to loose yourself panting and jerking up into his mouth chasing a sweet release you hadn't known you needed and then you heard it.

A deep loud echoing mournful howl. Even Henry stopped frowning up at you from between your legs. That was new, Kal wasn't a howly dog, he barked and yipped giving off the weirdest groans and moans. But never howled. You both burst out laughing unable to stop it as the howls were all over the place, loud and quiet raspy and uneven like Kal was an apprentice learning on the job.they were less 'howls' and more 'how-wo-wow-wo-wow' It was clear this was his first time but bless him he was trying to be the wolf of the house. You panicked as he began to get the hang of it and patted Henry's shoulder. he was still chuckling finding Kals new found voice hilarious.

"Quick stop him! If he learns that we'll never hear the end of it!" You chuckled pulling the thin sheet over you as Henry swore and quickly slinked off the bed racing to the door opening it stopping Kal in his tracks. The Akita smiled panted a few breaths thumped his tail on the floor then collected his rope entering, jumping on the bed without a care in the world.

"Babe?" You asked biting the inside of your cheek trying to stop the giggles as Henry began to scowl at the fluffy bear sprawling out on his side of the bed a flush building up his chest settling over his face. He cleared his throat.

You and Henry watched as Kal moved dropping the rope by your hand waiting for you to continue your game of tug. You flopped back in peels of laughter at Henry's face. The man looked amused and livid at the same time as realization struck. Kal, lovable cute baby boi Kal had just played Henry like a fiddle. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the fact your boyfriend, your chosen mate had just been outsmarted by a dog.

"Yes love?" He said none to happy with how things had turned out, here he was standing at the foot of his bed painful hard on and there you were naked and willing...In his bed...With Kal. This was not the plan.

"I hate to break it to you...But you've just been cock blocked in your own house by your dog....For a game of tug!" You giggled as you threw Henry's previous words back at him petting Kal who was still fiddling with the rope trying to make you grab it.

"No shit...Can we still fuck? I mean he can have my side! I'm gonna be on top of you anyway?" You gaped at him as he rounded the bed fulling intent on rolling on top of you sliding home. You held up your hand to him.

"Nope! No way am I fucking you next to Kal!" Henry ignored you crouching over you trying to lay you back down to finish what he started before being rudely interrupted by the Akita now in bed with his girlfriend.

"Oh babe why not? this is painful, look I'm going purple...Besides you started it its your responsibility~" he whined trying to bat away your pushing hands leaning in to capture you with a burning kiss. You dodged anticipating his next move, his kisses were always a sure fire way to make you completely melt and give in to him. you quickly twisted away throwing your legs over the side of the bed placing your hands either side of his naked hips, pressing him back as he still tried to gain on you. you swallowed looking up at him meeting his lopsided grin, trying to ignore the proud cock swaying in front of you almost tapping your heaving breasts.

"How about the shower? He's scared of the bathroom since his last bath?" Henry snapped his fingers and clapped face lighting up as he patted your hands slowly easing them off of him.

"Fuck yes! Babe you are a genius!" He moved over and kissed your face making you bat him away and then he turned to Kal wagging a finger at him.

"And you my four legged son are a pain in the ass!" You shook your head patting Kal as he tilted his head he looked offended with his dads statement. You looked to the bathroom door as Henry's pert ass vanished around the door frame.

"Daddy didn't mean it baby boy~ you know how he is when he doesn't get his way...Just a spoiled man child~ he loves you really" Kal whined ears flattening as he heard the shower switch on. You patted the dog with a sigh and got up padding across the bedroom to the en suit.

"Don't worry baby you stay there and daddy wont get you in the mean old shower~" you giggled scratching his ears as he huffed in defeat. His daddy had got the better of him and the Akita wasn't pleased. He grumbled as Henry poked his head around the door frame wriggling his brows at you as you passed him getting a playful smack on the rear. then he faced the dog and stuck his tongue out childishly to the dog who huffed and turned around choosing to give you both a clear view of his ass.

#henry cavill fic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill smut #henry cavill #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill fluff #kal cavill

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luxshine · 2 years

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Random Thoughts on Moon Knight Episode 2.

Definitely, Steven Grant is my new husbando, because he's an adorable woobly blirbo who looks amazing as Mr. Knight. Jury is still out on Marc, although I do admit he looks INCREDIBLE as Moon Knight, but I do wonder if we'll ever get to see Jake, who was the actual Moon Knight in the comics, as the taxi driver was far more vicious than the mercenary, believe it or not!

OTOH, I ABSOLUTELY Love Layla. Like, DROOLS in Bisexual, because she is the kind of amazon lady I adore. I mean, Marlene in the comics was also great as long as we weren't discussing her attitude to the System, but not as... heads on as Layla -since well, Marlene had other worries. Still, she DID maze the incarnation of Ra in this world, so, points for that.

Arthur Harrow seems like a bit of a mixture between Sun King and The Truth (and I did love the Truth) so, I am very intrigued. Especially given how their stories ended in Lemire's and later Bemis' run.

While the series is completely different in plot -again, I love the fact that we're focusing on STEVEN as the main personality, not Marc- it does feel very close to Lemire's run which put Khonshu as one of Marc's personalities rather than precisely a God. Well, sometimes. It got confusing at the end, and I believe the latest run -I am a bit behind- by MacKay has put Khonshu as a god again, even if Marc doesn't agree or talk to him. Which, again, cool, as it explains Marc's powers when he has those, but otoh, I ADORED Khonshu in Marc's mind back at Lemire's run. There was a point where you saw Jack and Marc's fighting for plot reasons, while Khonshu consoled Steven in the background telling him nope, it was not Steven's fault that Marc and Jack fought and I found that lovely. THIS Khonshu feels as the sarcastic s.o.b. he was at the BEGINNING of Lemire's run and runs with the asshole god he is in the comics now where the Aesir have him caged due to trying to take over the world because of course he tried, but I am willing to wait since yeah, Harrow's powers KIND of prove that Khonshu and the Egyptian gods ARE Real (well, Marvel, so yeah, of course the Egyptian gods are real, if the Norse ones are too) but the fact that ONLY the Avatar of Khonshu can see Khonshu and the Jakals? Can make it for a good argument that it is some sort of shared delusion rather than an actual god.

And I still adore Layla.

(Marc is in the doghouse not because he is an ass, but because he killed Steven's goldfish and tried to pass a different one as his!)

#Moon Knight #My thoughts #I am one episode behind #and I suppose I should get up to date with all the other Marvel shows.#But this one?#this one time #I wanna protect Steven so much

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allthefilmsiveseenforfree · 3 years

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Waitress

I’m not sure how I missed Waitress when it first came out - it certainly seems like something my friends and I would have picked up from Redbox in college. If it was Focus Features or Fox Searchlight Pictures, we were all over it, so I really don’t know what happened here. I’ve been tangentially aware of this film for ages, even more so after the hit Broadway musical, so I was really looking forward to watching it when Wes requested it. I knew it was a sweet little dramedy about a waitress (Keri Russell) in a diner who makes pies and gets pregnant but there had to be something more to it for it to have the long-reaching pop cultural impact it’s had, right? Well...

This is one of those perfect little indie movies that makes me glad to be a cinephile and reviewer. Everything about this film was clearly created with so much care and craftsmanship that it makes it impossible not to love it wholeheartedly. The script is fantastic, a quick-witted, twisting thing that never quite goes where you expect, and the performances are pitch-perfect, grounded in real love for a specific place and for women. Women who are mothers, who are friends, who make pies, who fall in love, who make mistakes, who are stuck, who are free. WOMEN. Adrienne Shelly wrote, directed, and starred in this love letter to women and her vision is what makes this movie what it is in every frame.

Some thoughts:

Not since Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory have the opening credits of a film made batter pouring look so good. I don’t even really like pie that much but goddamn now I want some pie.

Jeremy Sisto does an excellent job in this as Jenna’s abusive husband Earl, which makes sense as Sisto was the master of playing manipulative, controlling assholes circa 2003-2006.

This is a crackling script - it feels very Gilmore Girls meets Steel Magnolias. Snappy dialogue, lots of banter back and forth, with that sharp Southern wit.

Andy Griffith! I love Andy Griffith and always have. I spent more Saturday and Sunday mornings than I can recount watching The Andy Griffith Show with my dad, and just seeing his face onscreen takes me back to a very warm and secure feeling from childhood.

I can definitely see how this was made into a musical. The film score is lovely, lilting piano, there’s the perfect set up for an “I want” song, the small town vibes would lead to great ensemble pieces at the opening and closing of a two-act structure, and Jenna’s fellow waitresses (Shelly and Cheryl Hines, both of whom are fantastic) form a sort of Greek chorus for all the proceedings.

Ogie (Eddie Jemison, whom I only know from the Ocean’s trilogy and who was so surprisingly delightful here) and his spontaneous tidbit that rhymes is annihilating me.

I don’t think I really was familiar with Keri Russell’s work, other than a brief guest spot on Scrubs, but she is fantastic in this. Jenna is smart, driven, creative, no-nonsense, and supportive. And I love love LOVE that she doesn’t want to be a mother. She says it perfectly, she respects the baby’s right to thrive and does nothing to harm it but she doesn’t want it and doesn’t want to be a mother. Not all women do. And she doesn’t want to be saved. I can’t imagine how important seeing Jenna onscreen would be for countless women who are stuck in relationships they don’t want to be in, who fear becoming a mother, or who simply don’t want to.

Y’all! You live in a small town!! You can’t just be kissing all willy nilly everywhere!

Good god the honking - I can’t think of a more indicative behavior that Earl is a 100% grade A jackass than the constant horn honking. What a perfectly awful character choice.

Nathan Fillion is so so good as a romantic lead. His Dr. Pomatter is exactly the right amount of good-looking, masculine but not aggro, compassionate but not a sap - he feels like an accessible fairy tale, just a solidly good dude. But I have to say, it’s pretty disturbing that almost every single person in this movie is married and having an affair. Obviously Jenna’s situation is one that makes sense: she’s living in poverty under the thumb of a controlling and abusive husband and she’s fucking pregnant. For women like that, divorce may as well be a trip to the moon for how accessible it feels. But Dr. Pommatter is a doctor who makes a good living, he’s a newcomer in town (so there’s no fear of judgment or excommunication), and he has no kids. C’mon, man, just get a divorce or approach your wife about ethical nonmonogamy. It’s the 21st century, man, get it together.

At the end of the credits, there’s a note “In Loving Memory of Adrienne Shelly” which prompted me to look her up and this was the worst movie trivia I’ve discovered since I looked up the little girl from Poltergeist. Writer/director/co-star Adrienne Shelly was murdered by a random construction worker in her apartment building between the time this movie was completed and its release. Discovering that made me sad in a way that’s difficult to articulate because this film treats women with the respect and nuance and joyful care that the world so rarely does. Shelly’s death turns Jenna’s triumphant reclamation of her life into a fantasy, something that only happens in movies. I’m just so fucking devastated that we’ll never get to know what other stories she had to tell.

I can see why this film grew into something greater than the sum of its parts. It’s wildly different from anything I’ve ever seen, and its behind-the-scenes story has turned it into something incredibly bittersweet - much like The Dark Knight or RENT, its story is made even more powerful by the loss of its creator. I’m so glad I got to experience it with fresh eyes and an open heart, because it is a new favorite that I know I will revisit again and again.

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨

pairing: Lee Donghyuck x gn!Reader

genre: fluff, a small part of angst but all ends well ;)

word count: 2.4K words

a/n: my part of the christmas collab called ‘The Triangle That Defines Our Existence’, hosted by the lovely, amazing, incredibly talented, the sweetest human being who deserved the entire world @dearncityy (ღˇ◡ˇ)♥, thank you for allowing me to be part of this (੭ु｡╹▿╹｡)੭ु⁾⁾ ᶦ'ˡˡ ᵐᶦˢˢ ᵘ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᶦᶠ ᵘ ᵈᵉᶜᶦᵈᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʷᵉ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗ

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You know how souls are connected? How soulmates are created from the stardust of the same explosion, traveling for millions of years through time and space just to end up meeting in the same coffee shop down the road over a spilled latte after living thousands of miles away for their entire lives? How oceans and mountains, galaxies and dimensions, hate and love tear them apart but this small string, thinner than a strand of hair, but stronger than an entire army brings them back together? How fate works?

Do you think snowflakes miss each other? Born from the same cloud, fluffy and blue, the interest of any curious child’s eyes and just the stretch of an arm away, almost like-

“The blue one, please!”

“Can I get the blue?”

The owner of the candy floss shop stared flabbergasted at the pair of you, hands stretched towards him with bills clutched in-between your fingers.

“I’m sorry but it seems like there is only one left and we’re out of blue colorant.”

At the newfound information, the boy beside you turned to you abruptly, cheeks flushed and determined shiny eyes.

“I believe I was here first, so I should be the one to get it.”

“Excuse me but you believe wrong, if anything, I asked for it first.”

You both scoffed in disbelief and carried on arguing as the owner watched with apologetic eyes while a line of equally impatient children accompanied by their parents whined for their own sweet treat.

“So therefore, as I have stated in my previous point of my thesis, I-”

“Move, we’ve been waiting here for 5 minutes already-”

Your new archnemesis turned to the kid behind him who dared interrupt his essay with burning eyes which might have just melted the frozen snot peeking from the child’s nostrils.

“Shut up, you bogey-eater garden dwarf! Learn how to respect your elders! You should- Hey!”

As you could tell the child’s mother’s eyes bulging out of their sockets and the choice of words directed towards her son, you quickly shoved the money in the owner’s hands, grabbed the stick of the blue candy floss with one hand, using the other one to drag the boy away from the commotion he himself caused before he lost an ear to the mom’s fury.

“Hey! Hey, you thief! How dare you-”

“Oh shut that trap for once, better thank me for dragging you away before that mother pulled a Van Gogh on you.”

He dusted himself off once you let go as if filth has touched him and you heavily debated just slamming the entire sticky candy on top of his head, but you decided against it. You worked to hard for it just to waste it on a head that didn’t even deserve it.

“This isn’t over, I still want that candy floss.”

“Let’s just share.”

He looked like he wanted to protest but he most likely couldn’t come with a better idea so he just sighed and shrugged dismissively. You both settled down on a bench on the side of the Christmas-decorated street and didn’t waste a second to dig into the cloud of sweetness.

“So... should I ask for the name of the person I fought tooth and bone for blue candy floss?”

“You want to go back and ask that kid? I’m not sure you’ll get out alive.”

You nudged his arm with your elbow and you both broke into smiles. He turned to look at you and you met his honey filled eyes, colorful lights dancing in them and it seemed like entire galaxies were celebrating the upcoming holiday too.

“Donghyuck. Friends call me Hyuck or Haechan. So you can call me Donghyuck.”

You deadpanned, but it only made him giggle louder. His nose was even more flushed than his cheeks and you couldn’t help but admire the way the rosy pink blended in with the natural tan of his skin. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he scrunched his nose mid laugh and you could understand why universes decided to reside in him.

“I hope you choke on candy floss.”

He only laughed harder and if Christmas was a laugh, it would have been Donghyuck’s, pure and hopeful.

“But what is my knight’s in shining armor’s name?”

“It’s Y/N. So you can’t call me. Ever.”

Despite your threatening tone, his smile didn’t lose its brightness. If anything, it shone brighter, lights and colors and happiness playing along his features and you couldn’t help but think that the moles on his face created constellations with the stars in his eyes. You saw art in what others saw as incident.

Donghyuck’s eyes widened as he stared at you, an exaggerated gasp leaving his lips before he exclaimed.

“A snowflake! It’s snowing! It’s snowing on Christmas Eve!”

“What? Where?”

“It’s on your nose!”

Your eyes crossed as you tried to catch sight of the small ounce of snow that settled on the tip of your nose. Donghyuck stared smugly as you turned accusingly and pointed a finger at him.

“You’re making fun of me!”

“I’m not! It really is-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you jumped in your seat.

“Donghyuck, one landed on your nose too! It’s there! It’s really snowing!”

And sure enough, one white traveller after another found their ways down in a whirlwind, waltzing on the last steps to their final destination in the eyes of thousands of admirers.

“Now we have matching snowflakes!”

Donghyuck laughed fondly at your excited tone, watching your enraptured eyes light up like a child’s and he thought that he might have found his Polaris. Right under his nose, he had found the brightest star in his sky.

“Yeah, do you think they were competing for candy floss too?”

“Maybe they confused it with their home. Don’t you think it resembles a cloud in this lighting? Maybe they thought they have found their way back home.” You pondered for a while, before grinning. “Mine won anyway.”

“Pffft, mine must have been confused by yours. How could you confuse candy floss for a cloud?”

You just shrugged, munching on the last bit of the sweet treat.

“Oh, Y/N, how much was it? Let me pay for my half.”

You thrust your phone in his directions, cheeks flushed less from the cold and more from the embarrassment of your next words. Donghyuck watched as you fidgeted in your place, his own expectant excitement building up inside of him as he accepted your phone gingerly.

“The cost is your phone number and a promise to share candy floss again. Only if you want to of course, don’t feel obligated to-”

“Let’s confuse snowflakes again, maybe it’ll snow again. My treat.”

You both smiled so largely your cheeks hurt the entire night.

~~~~

Your snowflakes decided to travel together on that fated day so you and Donghyuck decided to take their example. You stuck together and time didn’t seem to pass in the same way it used to. A year turned into a month, a month into a week, a week into a day and this day into a second. A second spent together. A second you cherished more than entire years. The second Donghyuck decided you put the moon and stars in the sky, or rather the single sparkly star on top of his Christmas tree.

“Stick that fucking star on that branch or I swear it’s either you’re taking a dive into the floor or my back will crack so loud your grandkids feel shivers down their own spine!”

“I’m obviously trying, Donghyuck! The branch is too thick, it won’t fit-”

“That’s what she said- oof!”

You made sure to dig your heel into his ribs hard enough to shut him up.

“Don’t you dare taint this holy evening with your bull!”

He grumbled under his breath but didn’t retort anything and struggled obediently to hold you up for long enough for you to put the finishing touch to his, no, both of yours’ Christmas tree: a silver, shining star.

“I told you it would be easier if we simply used a ladder, but nooo.”

“Where is the romance in that?”

“And where is the romance in me cracking your back and possibly falling on top of this tree?”

Your boyfriend groaned at your smart reply, tapping your thigh impatiently.

“Finally! You can put me down, the asshole has saddled up!”

“Never phrase it like that again please.”

After you were lowered, you both stepped back to admire the piece of art that stole- Donghyuck gasped softly once he took a look at the clock hung on the wall. Four hours?! How could that be possible, it only felt like... a second.

He turned to watch you instead of the overflowing tree, ornated in tinsel and lights. You glowed so much more than any view in this world in Donghyuck’s eyes. His Polaris indeed. No matter how lost he would ever be in life, tangled in his own mind, struggling against his own, one look at his brightest star and he’d find his way back to you through the darkest of nights. He deemed it only right for his guiding star to hang the star on top of your tree as if you hung it in a once starless night once he turned off the lights in the room.

Donghyuck thought that maybe he could live in an eternity in a single day with you.

“Ah, it snowed so much outside. It looks so fluffy, I have to!”

“What, no Y’N, wait!”

Before Donghyuck could even react, you sprung away from him, clumsily slipping on some shoes and running outside in only your sleepwear. Your boyfriend ran after you, gathering your jacket before joining you in the snow. He found you a few steps away from the entrance, crouched before a mound of fresh snow, digging your already reddening hands into it and spreading it around to form drawings and words. He sighed as he laid your jacket over your shoulders and crouched beside you.

“Don’t be so reckless, you’ll catch a cold like this.”

“Look who’s talking” you shot him a pointed look “where’s your own jacket if you’re so worried about colds?”

He spluttered for a moment, realising he forgot his own jacket in his rush to make sure you wouldn’t suffer too much because of the cold.

“I need no jacket. Jackets are for weaklings.”

You rolled your eyes, focusing back on the snow gathered in your hands.

“I feel bad for the snowflakes. They left their home, maybe they were even separated from their loved ones on the way down here. I bet they miss them. But they are trapped here once they landed. If only they would have the chance to fly for a little longer and search for them.”

You threw it in front of you, watching as it spread all around you, floating elegantly in a dance of their own before regaining their place on the spotless white dessert. Donghyuck watched you with curious eyes.

“I feel so bad for them I almost want to take them into my own home and care for them and love them-”

“But they’d melt.”

“Huh?”

“The snowflakes would melt. It’s not the right kind of home for them. Love isn’t always what they need, sometimes it consumes you little by little, it reduces you to nothing.”

“I’d rather melt into nothingness if it meant I felt even a second of pure love.”

‘That’s Y/N for you indeed’ Donghyuck could only shake his head as a small, content smile settled on his face. He scooped a little bit of snow into his cupped palms and brought it close to his lips. You shrieked.

“Don’t eat it! I get it, I won’t bring snow into the house!’“

He laughed so joyfully the shy moon cowered behind clouds at his beauty.

“I’m not planning on eating it, dumbass.”

“Then?”

“I’m wishing upon snowflakes?”

“Maybe we should head inside, maybe you have a fever.”

“Shut up, I’m not delusional. There are no dandelions during winter and snowflakes are our thing anyway, right? So let’s wish upon a snowflake instead of dandelions this time.”

He didn’t wait for you to react before he blew harshly into his palms, sending the small pile of snow flying out of his hands. Donghyuck could only think of a single thing while watching the swirl of the freed snow dancing in the dimly lit street in front of the house.

I wish for you to be my north star, to keep guiding me home to you.

~~~~

But sometimes it gets foggy. And sometimes you lose your way.

Donghyuck stared at his own reflection in the silver globe. He looked anything but Christmas-y. There was no twinkle in his eye, dull orbs gazing back at him almost condescendingly.

He’s always been a spitfire, a follower of his own fate that he made by his own hands. He swore to never let a flame touch, but promises are meant to be broken and his love, too burning hot, consumed you just like warmth consumed the snow. You slipped through his fingers just like snowflakes get separated in the harsh wind.

And Donghyuck was sure that if snowflakes could feel, they would be the most pitiful. A separation so sudden, so forceful, one that leaves you desperate to turn back time even for just a second. To watch them for longer. To hold on tighter.

‘Lee Donghyuck, you dumbass’

He sighs as he lowers the globe, putting it back into the box that would soon go into the basement where it resides for most of the year. One goodbye after another. Undecorating and storing away the once lively Christmas tree felt even more melancholic than usual, because while it meant a ‘see you later’ to the brightness of his house, he might have lost his chance at even saying a proper ‘please let me see you again’ to the brightness of his soul.

He looked up, catching sight of the lonely star sitting atop of the tree, the only decoration left. So far out of reach.

‘Feels so wrong to search for a stool for that after so long. Also feels wrong for me to be the one to take it off. I got too used to you.’

‘Too empty, where are your ridiculous decorations?’

‘Too blank, where are your rainbow vomit Christmas sweaters?’

‘ Too quiet, where are your late carols?’

‘...Where are you?’

Donghyuck had to shake himself out of his zoned out state, looking out the window at the lights still hung around his porch. He should remove those too. He stepped outside, being immediately enveloped by the winter winds blowing around the freshly laid out snow.

‘It snowed a lot this year. Where are your snow-angels?’

Donghyuck touched the scarf wrapped around his neck. The one he searched for for hours just to find it laid around the ‘neck’ of the snowman you both built earlier that day. Despite his scolding, he couldn’t help but think that who needs presents when his biggest blessing is smiling so purely right in front of him?

‘Are you building snowmen away from me now? Are you using someone else’s scarf now?’

His face contorted into a grimace. He grabbed two fistfuls of fresh snow, throwing them into the wind, watching them meddle amongst themselves

‘You talked all that shit about giving them a second chance to find their loved ones after a storm, to find their soulmates once again. So where are you?’

‘Why don’t you give me another chance to find you too?’

Donghyuck watched helplessly as the snow settled down once again. What if soulmates get lost forever? What if they don’t meet again? He crouched in the middle of the alley to his house. The same one you walked on and away from him.

A lonely snowflake landed on his hand, as if to prove Donghyuck a point. He couldn’t help but chuckle sarcastically, pain lacing his usually bright tone.

‘Are you feeling it too, buddy? Are you alone too?’

‘How about you, my love? Where are you, Y/N?’

Another snowflake slowly descended right by the one already settled on his hand. Destined together, by the hands of fate, by each other’s hand, by time itself.

‘Ah, found your soulmate, have you?’

‘Where has mine gone?’

A crunch resonated in Donghyuck’s ears, right in front of him. So close.

“Sorry for the wait.”

His head snapped up. Did heartbreak cause illusions? Did desperation cause hearings? No, while his brain took its time comprehending, his heart knew instantly. It recognized its owner.

“It got confused and a little scared on the way here, but it finally found its way back home.”

You were home. At home in his arms, nestled in his embrace, face buried in his chest, right above his erratic heartbeat.

“You know, late comers have to pay for the wasted time.”

“Oh, is that so? How much is it?”

“Just a lifetime spent together.”

Donghyuck’s eyes sparkled again.

~~~~

You still haven’t decided what takes the crown as the best replica of the fluffy clouds traveling lazily across the sky. You stick another piece of baby blue cotton candy in your own mouth while internally debating between the two choices. The floss of sweetness you had the luxury to eat at the moment or-

A whine interrupted you. Your head snapped to the side just to meet a pair of puppy eyes staring back at you, waiting for acknowledgement.

“Hyuckie too~”

“Maybe Hyuckie should have bought his own then.”

Despite your seemingly annoyed retort and the roll of your eyes, you still offered him a piece of cotton candy, one that he didn’t hesitate to snatch right from your hand the moment it was presented in front of his lips.

You stared adoringly at your boyfriend as he munched satisfied on the sweet and you could barely suppress the need to run your fingers through his soft locks, bury your hand into your own warm, lavender-smelling cloud.

“I’m getting flashbacks from our first meeting.”

You snapped out of your haze, redirecting your attention to Donghyuck’s words.

“Huh?”

“It’s the same bench. When you stole my cotton candy and then offered to share it with me oh so kindly-”

“I paid for it! And saved you too for the sake of it!”

“And then trapped me with you in order to repay you.”

You slapped his arm, watching fondly as he dissolved in a fit of giggles. You both knew he didn’t mean it, he spent countless hours thanking the world and you for bringing you two together and allowing him happiness. You sighed a bit melancholic, only just realising that he was right, this was the same bench you ate your first candy floss together. Same place, same people, same surroundings, different circumstances.

“It feels like an eternity ago.”

“And at the same times it feels like only yesterday.”

A beat of silence passed before Donghyuck spoke again, quieter, more careful, almost timidly.

“I’m scared too sometimes.”

You leaned into him, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. He brought the hand that wasn’t holding your waist already up to your face, cupping your cheek delicately and caressing it with his thumb. His snowflake finally had a soulmate.

“Why?”

He bumped his nose against yours, leaning his forehead against yours. He had you, under his fingertips, breaths mingled, hearts beating together.

“What if it’s over before we realise?”

You hummed softly, your lips brushing against his as you murmured your next words, a secret shared between lovers

“Doesn’t matter. Time is nothing with you, an irrelevant notion meant to hurry us when all we want to do is linger a second more. For you and me, there’s no end and no beginning.”

And sure enough, here you were. Two snowflakes, vulnerable and in passing, sharing a cloud and a timeless bond.

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I just got myself super heated thinking about how often fandom seems to reduce Holden down to nothing more than “straight white male hero” with a side of “kinda dumb and nice”. I feel like the darker parts of him, all his internal struggles, get ignored to help push that fanon view of him.

So in the interest of talking more about how Holden really is as a character: What are your favourite “darker” parts of Holdens character, and what things about Holden do you wish fandom would see more?

oh my god this is going to be a lot like a LOT so just brace yourself, nonny. Imma talk about Holden’s burden of responsibility, his guilt center, his PTSD, how he makes mistakes and actually tries to apologize, make up for, and grow from them, and his absolute fucking resiliency so like here we go I guess.

It’s easy for us to be like “oh he had an easy life” and for a long time, he did have an easIER life than Amos or Naomi. But he had a lot of weight put on his shoulders by his family, eight adults. They wanted him to take over the farm, and the message he got from them was “it’s your job to protect this, our home, our legacy, and to carry it on”. That it was HIS RESPONSIBILITY to save his home. The entire reason he was born. Elise feels guilt over his upbringing even years later. That his childhood was devoted to learning how to save the farm. Reading court briefs and GOING TO COURT. That he met ARMED GUARDS AT THE GATES AS A TEEN. for someone who had a normal childhood that seems uh NOT NORMAL.

So he left at his mother’s behest and joined the Navy. Took the officer tract. Was well liked by his superiors and fellow crew members. Until one day when he refused an order to fire on a ship that he believed had Belter refugees on it. He threw a punch, broke his hand, and watched how he was proven right in the end. He was kicked out, and never went home again. Ran from responsibility because all he did was fail people. So he did what he believed he was best at and ran. He lived with a lot of guilt, pretending he didn’t.

And that’s a common pattern for him. He carries a lot of guilt. For home, for the belter ship, for the Cant, Shed and the Donnager, getting the Roci crew into trouble, Eros. Eros was what really fucked him up, what the fans really took the wrong messages from. He lived with not only survivor’s guilt, but PTSD, which fans ignored or wrote off as “assholery” even as the show gave clue after clue that the protomolecule was his trigger. It took him back to Eros. the books had an incredibly sad scene where he actually thinks he IS back there when on Ganymede, and Amos has to snap him out of it.

He struggles with that, and it colors his actions for SEASONS. destroying the aid ship, the search on Ganymede station and the moon itself. He’s scared of Eros happening again and he wants to stop it at all costs, and he comes to realize how it’s affecting those he loves most. And it still affects him for YEARS after. Miller in his head, the station, SEEING AN ENTIRE RISE AND FALL OF AN ENTIRE CIVILIZATION, the Behemoth, Ilus OH MY GOD ILUS.

I saw him being called “whiny” for a particularly meaningful scene in S4 in which he tells Elvi he has nightmares of what he’s seen over the years, but specifically what the station showed him. She writes it off because BUT SCIENCE, which bothers Holden in the moment. Holden’s trauma, which has kept him up at night, kept him from eating, changed his behavior so much he pushed his loved ones away, brought him to Ilus to relive parts of it, means NOTHING because SCIENCE.

And like... if that isn’t reflective of fandom’s response to his trauma over seasons 2-4... I don’t know what is. Holden’s trauma was virtually ignored or waved away. While we (rightly!) praised the portrayal and writing of Amos’ trauma, decades older than Holden’s fresh and ugly trauma, people wrote Holden off as an asshole, an abuser, a pointless character who should just die already. Like wow what a way to talk about a character who is traumatized and raw, one whose portrayal was based in ACTUAL RESEARCH OF PTSD BY STEVEN STRAIT. All because... what, we don’t like him? No one has to LIKE Holden, but to be so flippant about what is pretty plainly fresh, horrible, ugly trauma that made him into someone he isn’t and never wanted to be, while praising Amos and Alex for their responses to trauma, even when they also bordered on “bad behavior”... it left a really bad taste in my mouth. I gave up on arguing about it. Holden isn’t WHINY. He’s open and vulnerable about his pain and trauma and fears. Something I thought we WANTED from male heroes. Less toxic masculinity, more vulnerability.

I love Holden for being a character who makes mistakes, acknowledges they are mistakes, and apologizes or tries to atone or be better for them. He wears his flaws on his sleeve. And he tries to patch them up. He tells Naomi he logged the distress call. He tells Naomi that he almost didn’t go back for the refugees on Ganymede. He tells her he regrets fighting for justice for the Cant instead of protecting them better. He tries to tell her his own feelings don’t matter about her decisions, and goes on to tell her he’ll never like something she did, even though he’d never hate her for doing it. He blames himself for her leaving, admits that his actions pushed her away, even if she denied that. He defers to Naomi SO MUCH after realizing how he’s wronged her or because she’s opened up to him because he realized how he didn’t listen and tries to listen MORE. He’s HONEST. Even when it hurts him or the person he’s speaking to. HE GROWS. Even if it’s imperfect at first. Holden tries, and to me that’s so incredibly important, and it’s not spoken of because for many it’s not good enough just to TRY. and that’s a shame.

Lastly, I love his resilience. It’s what drew me to him from the get go, aside from being someone who tried very hard to do the right thing. Holden gets beaten down so many times, but he always gets back up. Always. He always keeps fighting, keeps trying, keeps learning. His arc plays out SO BEAUTIFULLY in book 8, because he doesn’t give up, and he uses all he’s learned to survive. I found The Expanse when I was in a really dark place, trying to claw my way out. Holden helped me with that because he ALWAYS clawed his way out. And it meant so much to me. Holden doesn’t stop. He keeps moving forward.

SORRY THAT WAS SO MUCH i kept coming up with new thoughts and ideas I am SO sorry but I hope this gives you what you’re looking for! Thank you for giving me the space to rant about my bisexual himbo space knight.

#Anonymous #jim holden #the expanse #long post #james holden #I AM SO SORRY ANON

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prettywarriors · 3 years

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Fate The Winx Commentary

Good morning internet! Today is the drop of Winx: Riverdale edition! I sure hope you're ready for my aggressive and unnecessary commentary, because it is coming for you either way!

The netflix landing page lets us know:

Fate The Winx Saga

6 episodes, 48-53 minutes each

"Genres: Fantasy TV Shows, Teen TV Shows, Italian TV Shows"

"This show is: Emotional"

As mentioned elsewhere, my Winx knowledge is limited, so I will be coming into this fairly fresh and will try to be unbiased. As I have seen trailers, the keyword here is Try.

Episode 1

'To the Waters and the Wild'

CW: Animal Death, Swears, Implied Child Death, Blood, Implied Teen Sex, Burns, Weed, Fatphobia, Whatever the term pussie falls under

Episode 1 TL;DR: We meet everyone, learn their dynamics, have the basics of the magic system beat into us, meet our monsters, and name drop Harry Potter. Standard first episode stuff.

I do want it on record before we start that I got about halfway into the first season of Riverdale, and the first season of Netflix Sabrina. They were, well, bland and boring imo? I did get through a few seasons of Teen Wolf, but that's because it was capable of Fun and Jokes. My current expectations are a few unintentionally funny lines, maybe some almost decent magic effects, and because it's 2021, one whole gay character (I did hear one of the boys (there are boys?) is bi, but also an asshole so I'm hoping for some wlw)

TV-MA LANGUAGE AND SMOKING OH FUCKING BOY Almost full moon (waxing) in opening shot- I Will be tracking moon inconsistencies if it keeps showing up that is a pet peeve but hey look a bunch of sheep That's a good start (it's ominous though. don't hurt the sheep) Swears count: Feckin' 2 Mystical portal barrier. Oh yeah s5 of the magicians is on netflix now WELP THOSE ARE SHEEP GUTS RIGHT OUT THE GATE HUH For CW it's up a tree, and the dripping blood is a good warning of what's about to be seen :( oh and then the man who was looking for the sheep dies offscreen save for a spray of blood. THIS ISN'T YOUR CHILD'S WINX CLUB it seems to say. I assume. How much blood was in the original winx because this is already at least a full cup. (Also the monster noises for whatever was chasing the man (werewolf it was a werewolf trailers are bad guys) were not very good)

Opening credit scene is 5-6 different blooming elemental wings. They're pretty, but it's unclear if the last one is secret 6th member wings (because the second to last ones are fire which is the main character's element right?) so maybe we'll get a late 6th addition? (I am in I.T. please give me the most relatable character you cowards)

KIDS IN THE CORNER BY AMBER VAN DAY PLAYING I like where they shot this but that might just be european woods pretty. The opening location was nice and mossy save for the sheep blood Fancy big stone school establishing shots (it's nice, and huge) and we land on a red head who seems less than pleased to be here Courtyard shot of... whatever the name of the replacment plant girl is, holding a tray of various potted plants for an older man (father? first day of school send off maybe?) Aisha(?) walks by, not talking to anyone, Stella(?) is taking Magical!Selfies with at least 3 other girls, Musa(?) has a suitcase and headphones and smiles at a passing girl Oh boy a boy with a pocketknife doing little tricks with it! Nothing says edgy like an actual knife edge. Gonna take this moment to point out I have some level of face blindness and while the girls all look fairly different from one another, if there is more than one tall blonde white boy as I fear there may be, I WILL NOT be able to tell them apart. Not through maliciousness, just general incompetence, so anything I say about the boy characters (I want to say they're the knights to the girl's faeries? is that right? this whole thing smacks of gender) should be taken with a heap of salt I've come to accept tv just. displaying text messages on screen as a storytelling method. It's never my favorite but it just Is a modern story element. Also Bloom needs to meet stella at the alfea gates Alfea I presume is the school- does the name mean something? It sure feels like the word elf and therefore fae but I don't feel like googling anything this early in Oh look two more blondish tall white boys. Pocketknife was wearing something else i think, one guy has a brown jacket and pink shirt (bad combo), the other looks old even by tv highschool/college standards and his jacket has a jock vibe. Jock jacket also has an earring? Is this the bi character who is an asshole? From this one second of him, only in profile, I will assume yes, he is an asshole I like Bloom's backpack Pink shirt looks at Bloom from across the quad. I am already tired of this romance Cool he walks up to someone he has identified as lost, and is 'impressed with [her] confidence in the face of complete ignorance' COMING OUT OF THE GATE WITH A NEGG HUH PINKY He even states he wasn't offering help Then Why Are You Talking To Her Jackass Subs are going with the fairy spelling, and Bloom confirms she is a fairy and we confirm this is College. Unless this is a european thing where they call schools different things. I think that's just for public and private? And maybe just england? I'm American all they teach us is 1492-ww1 over and over for like. 10 years sorry Rest of the World 'What Realm are you from?' 'California' Speaking of ameri-centric, I'm gonna Guess that original Winx, the italian cartoon, didn't have their main character be from cali usa? I am presuming this is a side effect of making this property for a more global distribution than I'm guessing winx was originally conceived as back in the early 00s The Otherworld. I assume this is the fairy realm and whatnot? And the magic school. Seems to be located behind a magical barrier in the earth realm?? If that's right it seems weird if basically everyone who goes to the school is from the otherworld Pinky doubles down on his rudeness but in a Fun and Cute way because :/ and the Specialist hall is Very Pretty, oh and there's a fairy hall. Are specialists the boy...things? magi knights? bros of the blade? guys who wear those 'here come a special boy' sneakers from that one comic? Stella sees this conversation which is great because they drop the term mansplain. why would otherworlders know that term even??? Edgey(?) sees Pinky and they hug it out Stella knows Americans are the type to wander off so I guess there's a lot of inter-world connections?

Miss Dowling- is this teacher going to be like the pedo in riverdale who got *checks notes* killed off by one of multiple serial killers later on? Dowling is the headmistress, gotta keep the otherworld a secret from earthers, time and place for portal making. all standard fantasy stuff so far, nothing to make this stand out Stella has a gateway ring, and frankly isn't too nice? all the backgrounders clothing is Bland and very normal 7 realms of the otherworld, Solaria is where Alfea is, i like magic globe Incase you forgot this was a modern tale, people update their insta stories here. 'I was kindof bummed I didn't see a single pair of wings' YOU AND ME BOTH BLOOM 'We had wings in the past, transformation was lost, tinkerbell was an air fairy' This is either a cop out for your glittery cowardice, or a set up for the main girls re-finding transformation magic later. I did like the Tink bit Bloom is a fire fairy and the subtext of this conversation is that bloom's magic did Something bad. I hope it was burn down her old school's gym a la buffy movie I like miss Dowling but in the I wouldn't Be Surprised if you turned out to be Evil way, and I guess Alfea is a very privileged upper crust school. What types of college do normal fairies go to then huh? damn privileged fairies 'our students have gone on to do amazing things like re-discover long lost magics' We Get It. You will give me Wings, but Only If I'm Patient Dowling throws a jab at Bloom about power control, but I like her necklace so It's Fine

Bloom video calls her parents while unpacking in the dorm, which may have come pre-fit with a heck ton of board games? Love it. Or new plant girl brought them along with her many plants Stella has a fancy mirror and lots of jewelry and fashion photos and makeup, Musa has a laptop and apparently not much else, gotta get those establishing personalities down I guess 'Ladies of the Flies honey don't be sexist' Bloom's dad for feminist of the year (these jokes are bad but i guess we can call it a dad joke as justification) Asiha gives Bloom a look and saves her from the call with her parents- yay friendship step one achieved Blooms parents think she's in the alps because magic secrets and what not Aisha asks bloom if she's never read harry potter and I guess Bloom is a potterhead (that's the term right?). Is this self awareness that all magical school fantasy series have the same basic bricks? Bloom is a ravenclaw sometimes slytherin, Aisha is a Gryffindor Stella is changing because she's the fashion one and has a fun pastel rainbow skirt, and uses magic to make a real aggressive lamp. She's also a mentor (maybe older than the others by a bit?) I am assuming Stella here is something along the lines of a diplomats daughter the way she talks about appearances. She better get down and dirty later on to show her growth about how some things are more important than looks yada yada Fairy magic powered by strong emotions, i am waiting for bloom's backstory to be movie x-men rogue style tragedy Terra! Which. Of course is the Plant Fairy's name. Stella is a little mean to her about the plants and she takes it with a smile and some subtle snark back using classic literature Oh that's fun Terra points out the name-plant thing, and name drops her cousin Flora. That's. The one they replaced with Terra right? Terra's dad works in the greenhouse at the school which explains earlier (and her mum is named rose) Stella is indeed a second year and Musa's eyes change for. Lie detecting magic? and loves her headphones (Overstimulation?) Aisha wants somewhere to swim and we cut to a 'pond' by specialist training. Assuming she wants to sim because she's a water fairy, why Don't they have a pool? also this pond looks. Unpleasant for swimming

Girl specialist! Does that mean we have boy fairies? Boys. Fighting. Talking about girls. All gingers are nuts. Thanks edgelord AMAZING SHAGS THOUGH 'I didn't realize your hand was a red-head' it's not truly edge if we don't talk about sex every 10 minutes Subtitles earlier only said boy 1 boy 2 but now pinky or edgy is Riv Edgy smokes weed, and pinky is a big brother figure to him, and the head? of the special boys doesn't like edgy. Me neither older guy Bit of swordplay, more girls, every specialist has black training outfits, very military Pinky is Sky who is son of Guy of Place. an important lad. without context this is meaningless to me There's a giggly boy who laughs at the idea of a war in the future and gets a talking to. I suspect this boy will be re-occurring enough to die- he has those tertiary character elements with his intro and such (and he's black so I am prepared for your standard racist murder choices) Burned Ones exist outside the barrier, which makes me wonder if dead shepard was in the otherworld? There was nothing establishing that he was in any type of Other place but :/ Oh look edgey is having a smoke cross the barrier while we learn about the creatures that live beyond it. Time to find out these creatures no one young has ever seen are still kicking Specialist leader had to kill his own pa after a burned one got him. They also. Used a shotgun when trying to fight it. Do specialists even have powers or are they just good with weapons? Edgey finds the shepards corpse. Mostly blood 'it's been 16 years since the last sighting' 'Rosalind killed all the burned ones' ahh magical creature genocide hey when is abarat 4 coming out. and is rosalind hot?

School, gossip, Aisha and Musa are snarking at Tera for thinking the guy died of natural causes because we need to have these characters not actually like each other to make it stand out when they do Aisha talks about how she eats a lot and if she didn't swim she'd be massive and we cut to the plus sized tera looking uncomfortable are we really doing this? Tera points out that Musa was ignoring her earlier and it's all just uncomfortable and not great character conflict (but I thought I saw Musa holding an honest to god ipod? it's blue but it could be a phone case. Her hand is in the way) tera and dad interaction is nice, i'm also convinced they couldn't afford more than 3 magic adults

Girl with braids and metal in her hair! There were witches in winx right? Like 3 minor antagonist girls? I assume this is one of them. Because she has alternative fashion and is therefore evil /s Beatrix. Names in this series leave something to be desired (that something is subtly. I get it, they're carry overs from a series for a younger audience, she-ra had the same issue, but i can still poke fun) Swear count: Arsehole 2 Bollocks 1 Shit 1 She's a weird ass kissing with clearly ulterior motives

Bloom is Studying and her notebook is just FAIRY MAGIC POWER = EMOTIONS LOVE FEAR? HARTED? FIRE FAIRY CONTROL? in case you weren't paying attention Oh a flashback already to the magic triggering event? Her mother had pointed out she's an introvert, and past!Bloom doesn't Party. She goes Antiquing and is a Weird Loner (her 'basic bitch' of a mom's words) Swear count: Bitch 1 Bad daughter count: 1 Bad mother count: 1 Magic glowy eyes for Bloom: 1

Bloom Hates Parties and asks Pinky I mean Sky where she can be Away from People and he fears he'll be Mansplaing to her to. vague that it's dangerous outside instead of saying 'hey there's monsters and someone was just killed by possible one of them stay in the barrier' Stella wants to talk to Sky because they have History. I did hear there was a love triangle between these three. I am bored and everyone at this party is a nosey bitch who is watching their tense conversation. Also Something? Happens when Stella gets upset [mystical warbling] Random magic effects in the (very pretty) forest Bloom is trying to practice her magic on her own, and to do that she's gotta look at sad teen pics. And look, her burnt bedroom from her first power usage The fire magic is pretty good. I think fire is like. the opposite of water when it comes to cg where it almost always looks pretty good, while I swear i've seen the actual ocean look like a shitty render Magic out of control, bloom can't control her emotions, Aisha can stop her with water magic which makes some nice steam Bloom is angry at aisha for saving her. So far 3 of the 5 girls are abrasive at best remember when people made characters likeable? Swear count: Shit 1 (but it doubles as the literal meaning because of flooded toilets) Swear count: Bitch 1 Ass 1 Taking away your teen's door is. Really shitty. Not almost burn down your house worthy but damn cheerleader mom I do not understand sleep shirts with buttons. That seems painful if you lie the wrong way? Her mom was seriously burnt by first magic usage that's a backstory Shit count +1 Main character aspect time: dormant fairy blood line? awfully strong magic for that. baby who died day after it was born and now she's here? ...I was going to say changeling thanks aisha A Barbaric practice loving hints at long term world lore Hell is a bad word for kids!! Cutting to headmistress and her secret passage after finding out bloom is secret pureblood? this really is a harry potter thing

edgelord offers giggly some booze, and says pussies twice because he's Edgey and does peer pressure Tera calls him out and knows he's a sad nerd in disguise not a 'badass' and he says she's 'three people in disguise' because fatphobia shit +1 arehole +1 tera. chokes out edgelord with a vine because she's had enough of this shit. good for her edgelord is Riv, and he lived

OBLIGATORY GOOGLE SEARCH FOR THE TERM CHANGELING REMEMBER BELLA'S VAMPIRE GOOGLE GOD I LOVE TEEN FANTASY AND THEIR INSTANCE ON GOOGLING COMMON FANTASY TERMS OH hey the lamp bloom brought with her is the one she was fixing at home that's a nice touch Stella bonds with Bloom about homesickness, and the takes a selfie Musa is a mind fairy. So she. Is a telepath with purple eye magic? Oh there's types of 'connections' Memory, thought (others but i am cut off from the lore) Stella did Something to someone who Talked To Her Man last year and now lent Bloom her teleportation ring to send her some because miss mentor really cares more about her shitty man then helping the girls she's in charge of First World- earth Old Cemetery? Very Sexy. and bloom sweetie don't leave a mystical gateway open, and how will you explain to your parents how you're back so fast Wait she's only 16? SO this really is some european college where that's a funny way of saying High School Fire guilt, bad feelings about life shattering revelations, better connection with mother. I gotta say I have low expectations of this show carrying the family connection through the rest of this. That conversation felt more like a Hey We Made These Movements Onto Other Stuff Now

Lighting choices are interesting, with green, orange and purple for creepy warehouse. THE Creepy Warehouse where she would sleep without her parent's knowledge wow right that GIRL DROPS THE DAMN RING AT THE FIRST SIGN OF burned one looked more alien than werewolf-y here Decent Horror movie looks, and dude stole her ring. Rude. Saved by the headmistress, and tera/aisha/musa are here to great her Stella can't be here though because she has to greet a half naked freshly showered sky because life is suffering and producers insist people like to see teens half naked (who. Who?) shit +1 and she dumped him. pity part of one and using it to try to get your bone on. HEY A SONG I KNOW. IT'S WHATSITCALLED FROM THE BAYONETTA COMMERCIALS WAY BACK WHEN. in for the kill la roux. I do wish netflix would either commit to telling you what song was playing or didn't tell you at all

Riv offers Beatrix a hit from his joint because what Is a Bad Kid hasn't changed in like 70 years Blowing pot smoke into someone's mouth isn't as sexy as ya'll seem to think it is Musa has cute sleep socks with little pom poms, and I love Tera's floral jammies Tera offers a bluetooth speaker so they can listen to music together Musa also calls out Tera's fake happiness this is the good shit character interaction i live for Musa Empath Mind Fairy 'somber indie music'

If you kill a burned one in the human world Something? Extra bad happens? So the headmistress knows Bloom's a changeling, and ohhh that's the last time a burned one was spotted. Is Rosalind the famed Monster Slayer the birth mother of Bloom? Tera text flirts with Giggly who IS NAMED DANE and has a thing for. Sky? Riv? I told you these boys all look the same to me so if it's a half naked pic on fairy insta i'm out of context clues. Crymeariv is the insta name that answers that. Is this the slow burn enemies to lover mlm i can't finish this sentence i don't care riv is a dick Stella and Sky are in a bed and she doesn't seem to have a top on so Implied sexy times? MYSTERIOUS HOODED AND ROBED FIGURE CROSSES THROUGH THE BARRIAR AND SHOOTS THE BURNED ONE WITH LIGHTNING MAGIC OH IT'S beatrix

alt-J – Adeline as an ending song

#fate the winx saga #text #commentary #hey tumblr thanks for deleting all my text because I resized this window #we're off to a great start #fate episode 1

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Page 2: The one they call “the Devil God.”

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“Nice to finally meet you. Ace”

His icy tone complimented his deep voice.

Unlike the tone Nozel uses to call upon others. This man is somehow beats that tone on a whole new level.

Without taking note the man got closer to the young boy.

Ace was short circuited, meaning overwhelming his brain with questions.

The man was crossing personal territory by bonking his forehead onto Ace’s forehead.

...

Snort came out

The man shrugged back seeing the sight

“Need a handkerchief?” Pulling one out of his pants pocket.

No response.

He didn’t show any signs of annoyance. Getting on one knee he brought the handkerchief to his nose for him to blow into, still his silence was there.

“For Odin’s sake did I really kill a child for saving his life.”

He whispered underneath his breath.

Then a light bulb went off in Ace’s head.

Letting out a loud “EEEEHHHH!?”

twisting and turning his head searching by any sort of exit that could of linked to him entering the premises.

“Uhhbokumashindomakigawasoborac.....”

Ace was slowly disintegrating into a pile of goo, while the strange man could only assume that he was the one acting presumption.

“Beg my apologies I seem to having something blocking my ears.” Cleaning his ears with one of his fingers again crouching onto Ace’s level

Finding the strength to get back to height level Ace was ready to rack up questions to this man.

“F-f-f-f-first of all?” Poor boy was shivering, hesitating to even lift a finger. This was like another slap in the face to him, they already wasted too much time. He should really tell this child who he was.

Shifting back to his level he placed a finger on his lips to hush him.

“Helreignn.”

“My name is Helreignn Lokidottir.”

Now starring at this guy in full proposition, he had the look of a butler. Black split hair, split ends, fair skin, pointy chin, thick neck, black long sleeve extending to the wrists, over the black long sleeve is a purple vest on the outside is the lilac colour covering the entire vest and a mid purple lines splitting up. White wrist length gloves, black pants hemmed to the ankles and shiny brown leather shoes. Statue-wise he was built slim masculine. Not to mention his piercing red eyes that can dismiss any god.

“I assure you I won’t hurt you. In a matter of fact I am here to simply conduct myself to you”

“Conduct?’ Ace spoke out of turn resulting in Helreignn placing his finger over his mouth to hush him again

“Speak again and I will stab you and take out your organs and make it into a banner.” His toned became more dark. He wasn’t playing around.

Helreignn moved his hand over Ace’s lips and placed the hand behind his back and continued.

“I’m positive you’re aware about the movement of devils. Over 20 years ago a war happened. The tree of Qilpohoth went *poof! Ever since then the underworld became silent.”

pause.

“I believe it had a name.”

“The spade war?

The moment of time were a boy with no mana cut down one of my own ancient demon dogs, *sigh* poor thing never had a funeral for it~.”

The sarcastic manner he was speaking in was somewhat similar to how Solid would talk if his pork chops weren’t cut the way he wanted to be cut.

But the word ‘my own ancient demon dogs?’ By the word own? Did he make that happen. No. It can’t be possible.

“After the underdogs victory a few more bizarre events took place and next thing I knew I was holding a red headed baby in my arms and that baby appeared to be you.” Pointing at Ace. Ace got the wrong idea.

“You’ve been stalking me all my life?!” Pointing to himself

“What did I say moments ago?!”

He was sure mad. The white silhouette coming out and the red pricing eyes started to shine brighter.

Clearing his throat. His calm and cool persona came back.

“Excuse me but correct ‘stalking’ to ‘residing’ within the void. As the devil god and current ruler of the underworld I must birth or pick a heir to the throne. And that pick so happened to be you Ace.”

D-Devil K-King?

It had felt like a mirror had shattered.

Throne?!

Heir?

Devil?!

“You heard me correctly. Did you not? No? Hahaha that would be quite sad if you didn’t. In years to come that arrow that shot out of you will be the key of everyone dying a horrible death.”

The pain that already was there grew even larger. Like a tumour. The swell was immeasurable. Couldn’t be fixed.

Another tear? Crying already? This time it wasn’t just plain tears. It was tears of blood. Ace would never want the people he loves the most die a gruesome death because of his magic. This sight made Helreignn drop his mouth. Opening his mouth he simply laughed. Laughed at Ace for crying.

Quitting the laughter to speak. “It’s only on the contrary. Powers like those are super challenging to come by. Not even the director of the magic knights or even the Wizard king or whatever could never compare. And yes I am comparing myself to that honorable fool.”

Getting down on his knees Ace held himself crying like a baby these tears are the tears of fear or what Helreignn calls them the tears of the devil.

An echo was made

Turning heads to the door was an adult red fox growling it’s teeth at Helreignn.

The red morph of glitter took shape of the fox once more. Turning the fox into a human. This boy had fare skin, short wavy blonde hair, ends are curled up, a beauty mark underneath his left eye. Orange eyes that screeched for vengeance. Wearing a black crew neck tight-fitting shirt elbow sleeve length, his elbows was showing having cutting edge, representing a Diamond, his back was also visible showing off a second diamond. Below him he was wearing a light olive green skirt and a pair of brown woldwalker boots.

“Shut up you mole rat.”

“Mole rat? How original.....shouldn’t you’re neck have a chain around it?” Helreignn’s words were turning sharp. Was he mad because of the sudden intruder?

“Don’t you dare go thinking your some type of good guy. It’s a nightmare to watch. Please quit it”

“Oh how insidious you are. Also I’m no good guy please refer to me as the bad guy” the tension was rising and at this rate the whole clover castle residents may wake up because of the current chaos.

The human fox walked over to them and only growled while Helriegnn only showed a satisfying smile. Ace sat on the ground hugging his legs, he had his eyes wide open not even blinking, the soaked blood tears continued to fall

“Is making a child cry you’re goal? You really had no build up but just to tell the 11 year old kid that he’s the next devil king and he’s a going to kill everyone he loves?! You’re sick in the head” Now standing in front of Ace defending him from the monster

He twitched for a moment

“I don’t need any build up. All I need from him is for him to corporate with me.” Motioning the last words

“Right now the only thing you’ll be cooperating is my fist.” The human fox rebottled.

A bush of red arrows lined up behind the human fox not making a sound. The pierce was soon going to make its shot. Ace shifted the placement of his head, just a smidge capturing the sight of the red arrows and next Helreignns hand, he was about to shut his hand and if he did.....?

Will the talk of gruesome power’s first victim will be that fox? Such an overwhelming feeling. That feeling went away and welcomed a feeling of determination.

“Helreignn. Do. Not. Close. Your. Hand.” Helriegnn wrinkled his eyebrows hearing those words coming out of a child who was crying a second ago. Slowly rising up the blood tear drops had stopped, you could only see the blood marks. The human fox had also turned around to see this kid and made a face of shock.

Jumping a bit when the human fox finally noticing the red arrows behind him. Helreignn furrowed his eyebrows even lower before entering himself in hysteric laughter.

Ace jolted back his shoulders, disturbed to see. This guy was barmy.

“Oh dear Odin how on the aesir’s penalty did this occur?” The words cracking through his laugh.

“YOU ASSHOLE QUIT TOYING” The human fox kid began to growl again and transformed himself back into an adult red fox and tackled him with mountains of force onto the tiled floor.

Helriegnn let it happened as he carried on laughing. Ace spent no time racing up to them. In an attempt from all hell war breaking out he proceeded to wrap his hands around the red fox stomach to restrain him without hurting him.

The salvia dripping down appearing from the red foxes mouth to Helreignn’s cheeks. Helreignn never lost strain of the laughter that absorbed him.

“Quit the commotion! We can find a solution! I may not know why you feel this way but please can we talk it out?” Ace pleaded but no one stopped.

This went on for many more minutes. Who blood is going to be spilt? That’s what made was thinking if one finger slipped he would be caught in a situation of murder so he couldn’t sit around and let it happen.

Finally taking the fox by full swing Ace landed on his back with the red fox still having a good grip on him. Ace made noises complaining upon the back pain that he couldn’t control. The red fox got off hearing those painful noises and stopped growling, Helreignn stood again and broke off the laughing.

Shit......

And all he wanted was a glass of water.

Ace’s pupils rested on Helreignn and the red fox. Fluttering his eyes open and close until he fully shut them for good.

Cutting to the Silva castle, more precisely Jossyln’s room. It views a messy bed that appears someone had already slept there, a large leather chest opened and a window opened wide while the bed curtains danced in the moon light.

Quavering his eyes lids the first thing that came in Ace’s sight was his mother. Nebra Silva head of branch Ideale. Wearing her mother’s coat, the one she wore when she was pregnant with Noelle. Her hair swaying down and underneath she was wearing her Silva uniform. Consisting of a iced blue blouse with the house Silva pink pinned tied at the front and iced leggings to her calf length Silva boots.

She was worried sick.

“ACE!” She first said moving forward, plus the chair tagging along. To Ace’s aid and gave him plenty of kisses on the head while holding his head.

“Mommy I’m fine.” A little bit of laughter filled his tone enjoying this moment after the rough mishap that recently took place.

She stopped the kissing and pulled back just to take a good stare at him.

Grabbing him by the ears she started to pinch and pull them

“What we’re you thinking taking a night stroll to the grimoire tower and take a nap?! YOU GOT A CURFEW YOUNG MAN.”

This woman was sure scary. After all it’s the second daughter. Compared to 20 years ago or so this woman had sure change. She changed her look, changed her attitude (well a little bit), changed her opinion on the people below her, her best friend is a commoner, she became more powerful after stopped being insecure about her magic, she was the first royal to marry a peasant.

She stopped with all the ear pinching. She started to hug him once more and began to hit her head on his and groaned

“I’m so happy my baby is safe.”

“Ow. I’m happy too.” Ace replied back. Nebra rested her forehead onto his yet there was still questions that needed to be answered.

“Hey....was anyone with me when I happened to pass out?” He whispered.

Nebra didn’t want to answer. Ended up doing so though.

“Yes matter of fact there was a red fox that laid right beside you...the knights didn’t want to harm it so instead they brought the fox into the infirmary.” Ace took his mother’s hand and shifted his body to only uphold the fox laying on a different white sheet bed

Ace smiled, a smile of relief, but on the other hand what happened to Helreignn? Where did he ran off too? Or did he returned back to the ‘void’ Ace never got clear answers off him.

“Actually. I want to ask about him. Can I adopt him as a pet! Since that Josslyn is not around that much anymore.”Switching back to his mother with stars on his eyes. Nebra scrunched her nose. A pet? Well matter of fact he had a point but will Zora approve? Of course he would! He would hate to see his son all lonely and sad, that’s the last thing he wanted.

“Why not? I’d never had a pet when I was a little girl.” Scratching her nails onto the pink cardigan.

The stars in Ace’s eyes had transferred to a feeling of happiness to his brain.

Seeing his pretty smile Nebra had to ask

“What are you going to name it?”

“At the moment I have no clue, but I got a few names in mind” He glees. The smallest things always made him smile.

Ace took the silence the search the room for his sister of father but sadly not a soul in sight.

“Say momma where’s Josslyn and dad?”

Nebra bit her lip. “You’re father got called to a mission with Magna and Luck at last hour and Josslyn is in the ball room heretofore for the royal event. For attendance I have been called upon to attend. As much as it pains me to leave you here I’m positive I can trust you.” Throughout the sentence Nebra placed the pink cardigan on Ace’s lap and to stroke his hand one last time before walking to the doorway. Nebra let out a blow kiss before exiting, Ace of course had to reply with a blow kiss of his own.

Ace positioned his head back to his pillow, the pain in his back had eased. Mimosa most likely healed his back when he was unconscious. “Must thank her with a bouquet of sunflowers.” Ace thought and noded

“For the fox....” he got flashbacks of what happened in the grimoire tower. It had felt like an awful nightmare.

“Names....yeah....think....about....names.”

“Zara? No. That’s disrespectful to his grandfather.”

“Peter? No that’s too plain.”

“Chandler? Cute but no.”

“Marcel. Dose not look like a marcel to me.”

The dialogue in Ace’s head was starting to corrupt to him. Next he would see him crippled. Somehow naming a fox who’s secretly a human....sounded wrong a level.

On the other side Nebra was walking towards the ball room putting on her jacket before Nebra could approach the Silva double doors.

Holding onto the door handle Nebra had got a brief flashback of when seeing her son on the cold tiled floor, all with blood stains on his cheeks and neck.

“Aim 2 fellas looks like we got a woman on her hands and not any woman. Nebra Silva. Once she opens those doors our arrows will slice those royals.” One hooded man said to the next.

“Mm I won’t miss. I am the best archer in my village after all...” the next man said pulling back the arrow when the chandler light blew in like an autumn leaf.

“They believe just because they improved they are somehow still the center of the show? Wrong. There still the assholes of the ball.” Bitting his tongue as he stopped.

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Ace Silva

Age: 11

Height: 146cm

Birthday: February 26th

Sign: Pisces

Blood Type: AB

Likes: Butterflies, Sunflowers, soft sunsets\sunrises

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#White Clover #Ace Silva #Helreignn Lokadòttir #Genji #Ruh #Nebra Silva #Black Clover #Black clover next generation #White Clover: Black Clover next generation

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cynthiaandsamus · 3 years

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Custom Toonami Block Week 73 Rundown

Code Geass: Lelouch and co. are still stuck in China and Xingke’s flipping out because the Chinese assholes are gonna kill the Empress and go with someone less problematic for their political marriage to Britannia’s creepily overaged prince. However Lelouch pulls out a Knightmare that’s basically the Twink version of the Gawain and busts everyone up as well as pulling a Father Cornello on them and letting the people know they’re all elitst 1% assholes that don’t care about them, which I suspect all countries probably know about their leaders but it sucks to hear it in a recording so riots show up all over China and CC Geass Flashes Anya to take her out so Britannia has to back out because the Chinese Hierarchy are now the least popular people in the world. So Xingke gets to be with his Empress and joins the Black Knights but Dietard wants the Empress to marry someone on their side so they can basically do the asshole move Britannia just tried to do but for them. All the girls are like ‘hey no’ and Lelouch is like “Oh hey Tamaki buddy, let’s go talk and get me the fuck out of here” so before Lelouch actually has to give Tamaki more lines and elevate him beyond the Black Knight’s Yamacha Shirley calls and Lelouch just straight up asks Shirley about love in a weirdly forced series of circumstance. But Shirley’s like “Yeah don’t fuck with love, don’t you love anyone?” and Lelouch is like “Yeah I do, Nunally!” and I don’t think that’s at all what Shirley meant but it does mean Lelouch sees that fighting for something beyond politics is powerful and agrees to not marry off the twelve year old girl, so that’s good. Lelouch decides to return home while they hunt down the Geass cult which is in China for some reason despite that being one of the like two places on earth Britannia doesn’t control and the Geass Cult largely being a Britannian affair. Meanwhile Sayoko is basically a Lelouch Vtuber at this point with her insanely accurate Lupin III mask of Lelouch and kisses Shirley so Shirley’s a little bit more gay than she was before and is not sure how to feel about that. When she’s about to tell the real Lelouch he kisses like a girl, Anya and Gino show up because we’re retreading the whole ‘sleeping with the enemy at school’ thing from the first season except with way less interesting enemies. Also the preview for the next episode is Lelouch dramatically talking about enemies finding out he’s Zero overtop footage of Shirley and Milly absolutely naked in a batthouse scene so I think we know what kind of episode that’ll be.

Inuyasha: The Panther Demon filler concludes with everyone meeting at the site where the Panther Master is being revived behind a strong barrier, if only someone just got a barrier upgrade to their sword, oh wait. But yeah everyone manages to free the hostages so even though Kagome’s jewel shards revives the Panther Master he’s still a zombie without a sacrifice which is weird since Naraku managed to completely revive the Band of Seven with one jewel shard each from skeletons and the Panther Lord has three shards so idk the rules here but yeah he steals the souls of his own men to revive and is Wind Scar Proof because he just is. It’s pretty cool to see him shooting his claws and lightning and shit but he’s too big and slow for it to be much of an interesting fight. Sesshomaru’s about to go full demon which would be interesting since we haven’t seen his full demon form since he lost his arm but in a neat bit of character development, Tenseiga calms his rage and tells him to use it instead. You get the feeling Sesshomaru only goes full demon when he flies off the handle and forgets about speed and strategy so him opting to not repeat the mistake he made against Inuyasha is pretty cool. Anyway Tenseiga heals the souls of the Panther Demons and drains their energy from the lord so he’s back to Zombie Cat Man which Inuyasha can Wind Scar because that’s what happens to villains on this show, all Wind Scars all the time. The Panthers don’t wanna fight anymore since their boss just killed them and tell Inuyasha to tell Sesshomaru the feud is over and they’re going back to the West. Honestly this is basically the same backstory they gave Kirinmaru in Yashahime so it’s funny for them to say they’re going back to the same place Kirinmaru is from, wonder if it’ll ever come up in Yashahime since most filler seems canon there.

Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke and Kuwabara continue the assault on Tarukane’s compound and basically plow through the lower demons easy since they’ve been fighting minor deities up to this point. It’s always pretty cool in Shonen to just have a few rounds to show how much power creep the heroes have had where certain things just don’t bother them anymore. Toguro murders a Chimera which has an oddly similar backstory to Nina from FMA and he seems really bummed about it but he’s like “Hey we’re both monsters made by humans telling us to do shit, so sorry for killing you bro”. And Tarukane basically sees Toguro is the next boss and is like “Yup time to scam some people off of this” and he sets up a betting ring for how far Yusuke and Co will get into his compound. This is kinda neat because it puts Tarukane in the weird position of betting against his own guards and hoping Yusuke will make it all the way to Toguro and then lose after everyone else has seen how awesome Yusuke is and bets on him. And funnily enough Sakyo’s in on the betting and he’s watched anime before so he knows to bet on the plucky teenagers with weird powers. So yeah Yusuke and Kuwabara finish plowing through the demons while Hiei kinda stalks them and remembers getting his eye surgery and wanting to help his sister but it’s kind of against spirit world rules for demons to just go plow through humans even if they’re scumbag humans so now Yusuke and Kuwabara have to go fight the Triad of boss demons Toguro has under him before Hiei busts in and just murders everyone for kidnapping his bird-loving jewel-crying little flower of a sister.

Fate Zero: So Kiritsugu can break Kayneth’s Terminator 2 Gaara defenses with rib bullets that just say ‘no’ to using magic and fucks his arrogant ass up. Saber and Lancer do some combo shenanigans to stab Caster right in the book and disrupt all his hentai tentacle demons but the book heals so idk why he can’t just make more. Kirei fucks up Maiya and Iris but didn’t double tap Maiya and DID double tap iris but she’s got Saber’s bullshit healing scabbard on her which no one knows about so Saber’s like “uhhh why are you healing” and Iris can’t tell her so she’s basically “Uhh internet?” Lancer comes in to save Kayneth’s worthless ass and tells Kiritsugu to stop being a dick to Saber because she’s pretty dope. But as usual for an early Fate encounter, no one dies and nothing of terrible consequence happens despite it being teased a couple times. I’ve noticed a trend with Fate that it really doesn’t like killing characters early so you’re basically guaranteed to have the first 2-3 major battles have a zero net gain/loss. Rider in UBW was probably the subversion to that since it happened crazy fast and anticlimactic but even that wasn’t till like ten episodes in.

Konosuba: So we finally meet Wiz the big booby Lich and Kazuma learns a new skill, both fun things. Also the gang gets a house to stay in after escapades with an army of haunted dolls and the most “I need to pee” in a horror setting since Corpse Party. But yeah, good progress this time honestly, the living in a stable gag was getting kind of old so Kazuma’s a bit stronger now and they have a home base so that’s pretty cool. Also Wiz is a Demon General or some shit but no one cares cause there ain’t no money in murdering busty zombie waifus.

Sailor Moon Crystal: So turns out Minako is Princess Serenity, except everyone who knows anything about Sailor Moon or indeed plot structure knows Sailor Moon is Princess Serenity, that’s like the Luke I Am Your Father of this series. But still turns out Minako has been guiding everyone with the power of video games but also thinks the power of friendship sucks and she’s gotta go do everything alone. This makes things super awkward because Mamoru’s pretty sure he was in love with the Princess but likes Usagi, now instead of running with this interesting thread of a reincarnation falling in love with someone new we’re gonna do the reveal that Usagi’s the princess and the whole ‘till death do us part’ part of marriage was just a metaphor and you’re stuck with one person no matter how many times you reincarnate. But yeah, Minako fights the bad guy on top of the tower but he has Naraku’s Barrier now and Minako doesn’t have the Red Tessaiga upgrade yet so she needs the power of friendship but this barrier is friendship-proof and this fight is basically a bunch of kids on the playground making up increasingly stupid powers that negate the other powers the other guy just made up. Anyway Tuxedo Mask shows up and is like “Holy shit Sailor Moon I love when you kiss me and kick ass, go get em sweetie I’ll hold your flower” and they kiss and Usagi has learned that if she just pretends she got this the power of her confidence will beat the bad guy. Unfortunately she does not got this and Tuxedo Mask has to pull a Piccolo and throw himself in front of the blast.

Durarara!!: So now that we’ve had our climax for the arc we have a six month timeskip and everyone’s just kinda living life, Mika and Seiji are being clinically insane together, there’s cops harassing Celty to the point of mental breakdown (normal cop stuff) Shinra’s dad’s in town, Namie’s become Izaya’s secretary for blackmail shit, you know, normal stuff. Also there’s a katana-wielding maniac going around slashing people and Anri’s being bullied and sexually harassed to the point of mental collapse, normal stuff.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Code Geass #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Fate Zero #Konosuba #Sailor Moon Crystal #Durarara!!

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justanotherlifeff · 4 years

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Chapter 2

8 April 2316

Monday

Musutafu, Japan

You entered the classroom to find a certain tall black haired boy drilling an ash blonde for putting his feet on the desk. You personally never cared much about rules nor did you feel like poking a nose into people’s business was something that anyone should do, unlike Tenya Iida ofcourse. You knew that he would be aiming for the hero course in UA and to be fair, you certainly hoped to see him here again given that your only form of entertainment at Soumei was pissing him off. Yes, Iida was class president back in Soumei and let’s just say, you didn’t see eye to eye. Although you never full on bullied him like Ash blonde here. Infact, while you enjoyed pissing him off, you considered him as a friend even if being in the same class as him was sometimes a pain in the ass. “Remove your foot from that desk! Such an action is insulting to those who came to UA before us as well as the craftsmen who made the desk.” Iida argued. “Like I care. What middle school are you from, you extra?” Bakugou asked him in a rude tone. That’s when you noticed another student with mossy green hair had got in. He was staring at the bickering pair with a defeated look. “My name is Tenya Iida. I’m from Soumei private Academy.” Iida answered with pride. Ofcourse… Typical Iida… He just can’t see the insult that would come with that… “Soumei? A stuck up enlist then? I should blow you to bits.” Bakugou crackled. Even though you were enjoying the bickering, you decided that you should save your clueless classmate. “Sorry about him. He just cares about rules too much. He’s been on my back about how I wear my uniform for years.” you smiled apologetically at Bakugou as Iida tried to blow away whatever damage control you did by saying, “You’re awful! Do you even wish to become a hero? And (L/N)-kun, your shoes are absolutely inappropriate for school! Why would you wear sneakers to school?”. That’s what you get for trying to save him from blondie. “Iida-kun, give up already.” you told him with a teasing smile before he noticed the green haired boy and ran towards him.

Bakugou glared at the green haired kid for a while before looking back at you and asking, “Are you from Soumei too, extra?” with a frown. “You know, after standing up for you, I expected you to not call me an ‘extra’. You wound me mister!” you told him with, acting dramatically as if his words hurted you. “Oh I know you. You’re the villain kid. And you’re gonna teach me how to behave?” Bakugou sneered. That hit a nerve and all the light bulbs in the class shattered, making Bakugou startled for only a moment. You got yourself in control within moments and smiled at him before saying, “Sorry about that, my quirk's kinda annoying. By the way, come on dude! Lighten up! I know you didn’t mean any harm but that kinda hurted you know. I don’t want any trouble. Let’s get along okay?”. The boy tched in reply. That’s when Aizawa got into the dark classroom. “ (L/N), you can’t keep breaking the lights. Go to the Principal’s office and fill out a form for new lights. We will cut that from your part time job, again.” Aizawa told you firmly. “Yes sensei” you answered with a sigh before heading to the principal’s office.

When you came back, you found the other blonde kid from class waiting for you in an empty class. “(L/N)-kun, everyone’s gone to the grounds for a quirk test. Aizawa sensei asked me to wait for you to give you your uniform.” he told you with a confident smile. “Thank you! What’s your name?” I asked him with a smile. “I’m Kaminari Denki. But, you can call me Shrek, because I'm head ogre heels in love with you.” he answered with a flirty smile, winking at you. “Aside from scaring women away with shitty pickup lines, what do you do for a living?.” I chuckled at him. He dramatically put a hand on his chest before saying, "You wound me, (L/N)-chan. Besides, didn't you just improvise a pick-up line there?" as we headed towards the changing rooms. He had his uniform in his hands too. “Totally did my friend! While I can assure you that you're not my type, I can see that you're a man of culture and I henceforth declare you as my friend. Thanks for waiting!” I joked, pretending that my hand is a sword as I acted as if I just knighted him, making him laugh. "Well, atleast I scored a hot friend!" Denki shouted towards you as you got into the girl’s changing room.

“(L/N)-kun! How did you explode those bulbs?” a shorter brown haired girl approached you, her eyes sparkling in interest. “Yes, your quirk must be very powerful.” a tall black haired girl approached you as well. “I’m Yaoyorozu Momo. Nice to meet you” she bowed slightly with a smile on her face. “Oh right, sorry, I’m Uraraka Ochako. Nice to meet you!” the first girl remembered that she didn’t tell you her name. “It’s alright. I’m (L/N) (F/N). My quirk includes telekinesis. But, unlike the typical telekinesis, mine is in the molecular level. So, when I get any sudden emotion within me, my telekinesis activates and removes molecules from the most breakable things around. Glass molecules come apart more easily which is why they break. I don’t exactly explode them.” you explained my power to them. “I see. That’s impressive. I’m Ashido Mina! You should change quickly. We’ll wait for you.” a pink girl told you with a smile. “Thanks guys!” you answered before starting to change into the training uniform.

When you all arrived at the grounds, the boys were already there with Aizawa. You stood there with the girls as Aizawa explained how things in UA works. Denki saw you out there and approached you immediately. "Now that we are friends, would you introduce me to your hot female friends?" he whispered to you as if he was plotting something devious. "Oh no. I thought you liked me! Such betrayal!" you acted as if you were offended before laughing at your own antics with your new friend. "Well, come on then, let's get you introduced to the hot girls" you laughed as you introduced him to the group of women. While everyone else was pretty much freaked out by his downright flirting, Mina joined you into teasing him about it. After getting a scolding from Aizawa to shut everyone up, you watched upon with interest as he asked Bakugou, to pitch a ball. He used an explosion from his hand to throw the ball 705.2m away while shouting… “Die”? "He is one weird guy" you couldn't help but think. After that Aizawa went ahead to explain that anyone who scores the least would be expelled. He did expel people on their first day before so you hoped that your classmates would take him seriously. He then proceeded to explain why 21 students were admitted in Class 1A instead of 20, (apparantly the two lowest scorers got the same score in the entrance exam).

The event started with a 50 meter dash. You completed it in 1.23 second as you just opened a portal and crossed the finish line taking the highest score in class. Your middle school record was 7.58 seconds. Your strength test machine broke when you used telekinesis. Again, highest score in class. You used telekinesis to levitate during long jump, scoring highest again. You scored lowest in the repeated side step as there was no way to use your powers here. In the ball throw test, you opened a portal to the moon since you decided to learn the coordinates to a certain place in the moon knowing that doing something as flamboyant as this would certainly gain you a reputation and threw the ball in there. When the display read 384400 km, everyone was surprised. You could see the visible anger in Bakugou’s face as you beat him in almost all the tests. However, you weren’t the highest scorer in this one. Uraraka scored Infinity thanks to her quirk.

You were surprised when Aizawa didn’t expel anyone. Specially given that Mirodiya, as much as you found him extremely sweet, literally broke his finger when he tried to use his powers. You were the top scorer, which wasn’t much of a surprise. However, you discovered something during the test. Bakugou seems to hate Midoriya with a burning passion. While you figured out that Bakugou is pretty much an asshole, you sensed an enormous amount of inferiority complex within him. "He has a powerful quirk, more powerful than Midoriya but then, why did he feel like he was inferior to Midoriya?" was a thought that ran through your head. You honestly wouldn’t be bothered by complex people like them usually since you preferred to keep your life simple and fun, however, Bakugou was too explosive to ignore. He ranted on how Midoriya was quirkless before the ball throwing test. It seemed that they had a history and the way Bakugo acted made you interested in knowing. After all, it doesn’t hurt to know more about your classmates, right?

When class was over, you was headed to the teacher’s quarters. However, I was stopped by Denki and a red haired kid. “(L/N)-chan!” Denki shouted as he called you. You waited for him to catch up. “(L/N)-chan, are you busy now?” he asked. “No, not really. Why?” you asked him, confused. “We were going to try out the new cafe that opened nearby. You can stick along with us if you want to. I’m Kirishima Ejiro by the way. I heard you're already friends with Kaminari so I figured that we should go together?” the red haired boy explained. “Oh sure. Why not? I don't have much to do till my shift at the gym and that's not anytime soon.” you answered. “Damn, a working woman.. Now that's cool..” Denki praised in a flirtatious tone. “Yeah working is pretty manly!” Kirishima agreed enthusiastically. “I honestly would rather just stay at home and read a manga. I'm only working cause I gotta pay for all the damage I do to school property.” I sighed only to get reassuring looks from the two boys. "Aww get a sugar daddy, (Y/N)! I've been looking for a sugar mommy my entire life but I'm cursed with sheer good looks" Denki flicked his hair sarcastically. "Oh shut up you moron!" you answered rolling your eyes and flicking his forehead with a small pebble using your telekinesis, making Kirishima laugh at your antics as the three of you went for the cafe. And this is how, the infamous 'Bakusquad' unofficially started.

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