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poisonlove · 4 months

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lorraine smut? but lorraine is the one giving and is dominant

I try it :(

Shut up | Lorraine day

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Under the relentless Texas sun, each day on Uncle Howard's farm became a challenge. The high temperature turned every drop of sweat into a tribute to hard work, while the arid ground beneath my feet made every step a struggle against the toughness of the earth.

On that farm, under Uncle Howard's stern yet understanding gaze, I worked to earn a few bucks. It was my ticket to a different future, far from the arid plains of Texas. New York represented my ambition, the place where I hoped to forge my fortune. So, with sweat on my forehead as a constant companion, I toiled in the hope of one day crossing the horizon to new opportunities.

"How are you doing, y/n?" someone suddenly asks.

I stopped feeding the chickens, turning to see Uncle Howard looking at me seriously. "I'm done..." I reply with a small smile, tossing a handful of corn into the chicken coop.

"Good, because you need to plow the soil for the harvest," he quickly says before leaving the farm.

"I know, J." I glance at my horse, watching me with curiosity from its enclosure. "It's more acidic than usual," I sigh wearily.

I walk over to J, placing my hand on his mane, making him neigh with happiness. "See you later," I mumble distractedly before patting his back and moving away from the farm. The sun beats against my face, and I try to shield myself by raising a hand over my eyes. The heat of the day begins to make itself felt.

The abrupt noise of a vehicle stopping on the ground catches my attention. I turn slowly to see who has arrived, curious to discover what could disrupt the tranquility of the day on Uncle Howard's farm.

A red van appears in my field of vision, and with confusion, I see who's inside. A guy in a white shirt and a cowboy hat jumps out, smiling widely. I furrow my brows as I watch him help a girl down, offering her his hand. Four more guys emerge from the back of the van, their figures still unclear under the blinding sun. My curiosity grows, trying to discern who they are and what has brought them so suddenly to our farm.

"Hey! You!" I shout, determined to capture their attention.

The cowboy guy looks at me with confusion, but his open smile doesn't seem worried at all. "This is a private residence," I assert seriously, scrutinizing the others out of the corner of my eye.

"Calm down, beauty." The cowboy guy takes off his sunglasses, smiling even more. "I'm Wayne," he says, grinning. I raise an eyebrow, confused.

"I don't care who you are, just go away," I say venomously, noticing how one of his friends sizes me up and down.

"Calm down, sweetheart." A blonde approaches slowly, smiling seductively. "We rented this place," she adds, biting her lower lip with a seductive manner. "If you're interested, you can shoot some scenes with us," she timidly suggests.

"Scenes?" I look closely at the group, noticing a camera in the hands of a guy with glasses. The way they flirt... the realization makes me blush violently.

"Bobby, that doesn't seem appropriate," another female voice intervenes. My eyes scan with curiosity over the figure of a girl behind the guy with glasses. I am surprised to see a beautiful girl with brown eyes, a dazzling smile, and an innocent aura. She seemed almost embarrassed.

"Always the same party pooper," the blonde murmurs weakly.

"I'm R.J.," says the guy with glasses, embarrassed. "She's Lorraine, my girlfriend," he adds with a smile. I blink slightly, incredulous that such a charming girl is with RJ.

"I know, I had the same reaction," the other guy in the group, Jackson, intervenes, smiling genuinely.

"Maxine," says the girl next to the cowboy, smiling shyly.

My eyes linger on Lorraine, admiring her beauty with brown eyes and the innocent smile that seemed to contrast with the situation. Her presence, somehow, added a touch of mystery to the whole situation. The tension in the air thickens as I try to understand the reason for this unexpected intrusion into Uncle Howard's quiet farm.

My heart was pounding as I watched the scene. Howard arrives with a rifle in hand, a stern look aimed at RJ.

"What's going on here?" the old man asks venomously, keeping the rifle pointed at RJ.

"Hey, calm down." Wayne raises his hands and moves slowly toward my uncle. "I'm Wayne; we talked on the phone about renting this place," the guy says determinedly.

My uncle analyzes his words before lowering the rifle. "All right... then follow me," he says calmly. "Y/n, you keep doing your work and then go feed the cows," he adds, turning and walking away.

As the six friends follow my uncle, Lorraine turns and looks at me with curiosity, giving me a shy smile. The tension in the air dissipates, but her mysterious presence and attentive gaze leave an indelible mark on my ordinary day on the farm.

(…)

"Can you explain why you don't want to eat?" I ask with exasperation to the cow.

I was so exhausted that I desperately wanted to sleep, but Mrs. Cow here didn't want to eat. It might be something minor, I know, but if the cow doesn't eat tomorrow, we won't have milk, and my uncle will be angry.

"Please... can't you see how good it is?" I smile nervously as I shake a handful of hay in my hands. I sigh as Mary looks at me with boredom.

"You know... I think she's not hungry," someone intervenes playfully.

I turn towards the farm entrance and smile, seeing Lorraine walking towards my direction. There's something about her that irresistibly attracts me, and I don't know what it is – maybe it's the fact that she's extremely sexy and innocent at the same time.

"Oh... hi," my cheeks flush, and I lean against the fence of the pen. "Hi," Lorraine says with a small smile on her lips.

With the corner of my eye, I see the girl leaning next to me.

"And the others?" I ask curiously, and Lorraine lights a cigarette, pulling and inhaling the smoke with her eyes closed. "We've finished shooting; now they're either drinking or doing their thing... well, except for R.J.," she says indifferently, taking another drag of the cigarette.

"You know..." I start as I watch the other cows walking slowly, "I would have never thought that someone like you would do an adult film," I say embarrassedly, blushing faintly.

Lorraine looks at me with blushing cheeks and drops the cigarette to the ground, extinguishing it with the tip of her foot.

"I actually knew nothing... about these films," she begins with a low tone, smiling shyly. "And what do you mean by someone like you?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.

I open my mouth trying to say something that isn't stupid, and Lorraine takes the hay from my hands.

"I mean... you have such an innocent aura..." I start embarrassingly. Lorraine smiles sweetly at the cow, which slowly approaches the fence, sniffing what she has in her hands. "Let's say you look like the perfect cover of a church girl," I say curiously as I watch Mary start chewing on the hay Lorraine gave her.

"Mary!" I say with a falsely mournful tone, and Lorraine chuckles softly.

"Anyway, I came to help my boyfriend R.J.," she says smiling at Mary. I raise my eyebrows at her comment. "I see," I say timidly.

"And anyway, I could handle shooting a scene," she says with confidence. "I didn't say that," I respond amused and move away from the fence. I put my hands in my jeans' pockets and walk near some hay, sitting on it.

"Because I've already done something with R.J.," she says, raising her chin with superiority. Lorraine follows suit and sits beside me, settling into the hay.

"You don't seem very satisfied," I notice, and I start playing with some hay, wanting to keep my fingers busy. "Let's say it's something that gives more pleasure to him than to me," Lorraine shrugs nonchalantly, and I look at her out of the corner of my eye.

"He's a nice person; he helped me settle into university..." Lorraine confesses, lying down in the hay, looking at the ceiling.

I follow her example and turn towards her direction, seeing how some strands of hair are mixed with the hay. Her eyes sparkle, and she looks at me with curiosity. "But you don't love him, right?" I finish her sentence, and she nods slowly.

"I don't want to hurt him..." she continues, and I remain silent at her response. "Anyway, I think you could find someone who can make you enjoy," I say absentmindedly, and Lorraine smiles sweetly, giving me a light push on the side. "And are you talking about yourself?" she says playfully, and I look at her without blinking.

Lorraine stops smiling, seeing my seriousness, and leans towards my face, making my heartbeat faster. "I need someone who can endure my desire," she says in a low voice, expressing her lust.

Her eyes lock with mine, and the sparks between us intensify.

Our lips meet with desire, a palpable tension in the air. I delicately entwine my fingers around her neck, gently pulling her towards me. Initially, Lorraine stiffens, but as seconds pass, I feel her hesitation melt away. Her lips, initially shy, respond to the mutual need, creating a fusion of intensely charged emotions. The kiss becomes a silent dialogue, a blend of desires and feelings expressed through the intimate touch of our mouths.

The brunette straddles my legs and leans towards my neck, kissing it with lust. "Raine..." I say with ragged breath, and the girl moves away to look at me attentively.

Her eyes are hooded, and her lips are semi-open due to heavy breathing, her hair tousled and infused with hay.

Without saying anything, I kiss Lorraine and take her hand, making her glide along my body, slipping it directly between my underwear. Lorraine sighs loudly against my mouth, feeling the moisture between my folds, and intensifies the kiss.

"Don't hold back..." I say breathlessly. "Quench this fire," I say, smiling widely. My mouth opens wide as I feel two fingers inside me, and I spread my legs instinctively. Lorraine settles between my legs and looks at me serenely. "You're really... wet," she murmurs with a husky voice, going deeper with her fingers.

I moan in response.

Lorraine bites into my neck and begins to penetrate me at her leisure, increasing and decreasing the speed according to her desires. "No... not like this," she says breathlessly, quickly pulling away from my body.

My eyes look at the girl with confusion before smiling, seeing how she takes off her panties with the dress. I sigh loudly seeing her curves, her small breasts compensated by the magnificence of her body, soft and smooth skin.

"Calm down" I say chuckling weakly, feeling Lorraine forcefully removing my pants, exposing my warm center.

"Shut up," she says agitatedly, "I'm so frustrated..." she mutters through her teeth. My eyes watch Lorraine's movements carefully, seeing her opening my legs and searching for a better position for both of us.

Both of us release a moan as our sensitive centers rub against each other, our fluids mixing as if they were one.

"To hell with everything..." she says weakly, sighing loudly as she starts moving her hips back and forth. My hands end up on the sides of her body; the nails scratch her back with every movement.

"Mmmh..." Lorraine moans loudly, increasing the speed of her hips. The moans become louder, and the sound of our bodies in symbiosis increases at the same pace. "Raine, I..." I mumble absentmindedly, closing my eyes for a moment.

The pleasure, placing a hand around my neck, "Look at me, damn it," she says through her teeth, moaning and moving faster and faster. "Raine, I..." I mumble almost crying for pleasure, and the brunette releases the grip on my neck, opening her mouth in ecstasy and letting herself be carried away by the orgasm she just reached.

The sight made me come forcefully.

Lorraine slumps against my body, trying to catch her breath. "Is that all?" I ask with a smile on my lips. "Is this the level of endurance?" I inquire with curiosity, and Lorraine licks her lips with mischief.

"Oh no, we've just begun," she says with a husky voice, and I smile nervously, concerned about her words.

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blue-slxt · 3 months

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Romancing Pandora 5

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: I feel like I'm doing a lot of continuations lately lol, but I'm not mad at it. Plus, a lot of people were asking for more of my Kinktober 1 prompt so here it is! I hope you enjoy it! All characters are aged up!

Pairing: Stepbro!Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Stepcest, Fingering, Mentions of P in V

The sun is high in the sky bathing you in its warm glow. It’s a welcome sensation on your skin as you’re deep in the forest gathering flowers for new accessories that you want to weave. You quietly hum the tune of your songcord to yourself while you look over the petals on a particularly beautiful flower.

Suddenly, your vision is obscured by a pair of hands and a warm body is pressed closely against your back.

“There you are, tanhì” a low, husky voice says in your ear making a shiver run through your body. You’d be able to pick that voice out in a crowd of a hundred others. A smile spreads on your face at the realization.

“Teyam, what are you doing? What if someone sees?” you say lightly shaking yourself free from his hold and turning to look at him.

He’s clearly unbothered as he steps closer to you again. “You worry too much. Nobody else is even close around here” he says, guiding your arms to rest on his shoulders and wrapping his own around your waist. “We haven’t been caught yet and we won’t be.” His toothy grin makes you scrunch your nose at him playfully.

“Always the ever-confident one.”

“One of us has to be, don’t you think?”

You’ve always loved his optimism. It was one of his most charming qualities ever since you were both younger. Plus, he was right. The two of you never did get caught. Of course, there was that one time that Kiri almost caught you, but you’ve been much more careful since then. You both knew you had to be oh so careful. Who’s to say what would happen if anybody found out the kind of relationship you had now?

Neteyam gently presses his lips against yours and you happily kiss him back, pressing up on your tiptoes to reach him. He sighs into the kiss as all the tension in his body melts away at the contact. His hold on you tightens ever so slightly and you smile against his lips.

His thigh finds its place between yours, making you spread them for him.

“Teyam…” you gently warn without taking your lips off his. But he just hums a response with a sly grin. You finally break the kiss, but he just attaches his lips to your neck, pressing his body more into yours.

“What are you up to?” you ask with a grin painting your face.

“I haven’t gotten to touch you in so long. I’ve missed you.” Neteyam says between kisses and little bites to your neck. One of his hands snakes down your body and under your tewng.

A small laugh bubbles up your throat, “Teyam, we were just together last night” you remind him.

You can feel the smile on his face, “Exactly and that is too long”.

His fingers slip and slide through your slick-covered folds.

“Besides, look how ready you are for me already.”

You bite your lip to hold in the moan you almost let out when he slips one finger inside. His pace is slow, but he reaches so deep right where you needed.

Your head falls back with a moan and you let yourself submit to his touch. Your legs spread more, your chest presses against his, and your hands get lost in his braids. His finger slides in and out of you so easily, it’s almost embarrassing, but for Neteyam, it only motivates him to push on. He adds another finger eliciting a gasp from you which he promptly cuts off with another kiss. His tongue invades your mouth and you gladly take it in letting your tongue dance with his.

He curls his fingers up against the spongy part of your walls, making your knees buckle. If it weren’t for his hold on you, your legs might have given out on you. His grip is bruising and his fingers inside of you are relentless and you let yourself get lost in him. That familiar pressure builds in your core, giving you flashbacks to the previous night.

Neteyam sneaking into your cot and the quiet, strong thrust of his hips into yours that made you want to cry out in pleasure. His fingers in your mouth keeping you quiet so as to not alert anyone around you of your late night rendezvous. More importantly, who they’re with. But something about that fact, the idea of the forbidden nature of your relationship, makes it all even more exciting and enticing.

A perfectly placed stroke of Neteyam’s fingers into your slick heat snaps your mind back to the present.

“Mmm!” you muffle against his lips. He smiles in the kiss knowing from the way that you squeeze around his fingers that you’re close. His fingers move faster and you can both hear the loud squelching sound filling the air.

It hits you hard and fast and it feels like it takes the air from your lungs when your release rushes through you. Neteyam breaks the kiss just so that he can watch your face as you come undone. Your body collapses into his as you ride out your high.

“Oh, tanhì, you always look so beautiful cumming for me.” he coos to you.

Your ears can barely register the words he’s saying since his fingers are still curling up into your spasming walls.

“Haah…”

He bites his lip watching you. He finds himself getting lost in you too and he almost doesn’t want to let you go. So he decides, he won’t. His fingers don’t stop moving and your mind won’t stop spinning. You can barely come down from your high as he continues playing with your dripping pussy.

“T-Teyam…” you whine pathetically and he can only chuckle at the state of you.

“I’m not done with you yet, tanhì.”

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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could u do cheerleader!reader asking eddie on a date/prom and eddie thinks its some sort of joke and mocks her or somethin

𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ˋ°•*⁀➷

you and Eddie have been friends for quite a while now, even though you were a cheerleader and he was the freak, you never seem to think about it much. because frankly, you didn’t care, you liked being friends with eddie.

maybe more than friends, you spent a lot of time with eddie and started developing feelings for him. prom was coming soon and you thought that it might be the best way to tell him how you truly feel about him.

eddie told you that he was going to play dnd with his friends at hellfire club, so after cheer practice you decided to wait for him, knowing that it would probably be ending soon. once the other kids started stepping out, you walked into the room to see eddie cleaning up

“hey” he said as he put his things away

“hey—how was it?” you asked, and he told you how the game went. even though you didn’t really care for dnd, or even knew anything about it, you still liked listening to him.

“anyway—how was practice?” he asked

“yeah yeah good—it was good, unimportant—anyway so um. well—so you know how prom is coming soon?” you nervously said

“yep” he sighed, “want me to ask jason if he’s gonna ask you or something? doubt he’ll even want to talk but i’ll give it a shot even though he hates me” he chuckled and you just furrowed your eyebrows

“oh—“ you said at the realization of what he meant, “no—i don’t want him to ask anyway…cause i wanted to ask someone else”

“really?” he raised an eyebrow, intrigued to know who it could be

“yeah…” you said, contemplating if you should say it or not. you hesitated to ask, you weren’t gonna in the first place. until dustin and mike kept pestering you, telling you they were gonna expose you if you don’t ask.

“well? who is it?” he asked

“eddie it’s you” you quickly said, “i know we’re good friends and—i just…i really like you. and i was wondering if you…want to go with me?” you said, looking him right in the eye

eddie’s expression quickly morphed into a disappointment, “wow” he said and your confidence went away, worried thoughts consuming you, “where are they?”

“where are…what? who?” you said in a low voice, the embarrassment already coming for you

“your friends” he said, “what—are they waiting outside? waiting for you to say you had me fooled or something? i knew it”

“wh…what?”

“i knew it. how could a cheerleader, a golden girl come hang out with a freak, yeah? you really did have me fooled for a while, thinking you weren’t like the others—that you really did want to be my friend. but let me guess, jason bribed you to come do this shit? well you can tell him i didn’t fall for his trick. he couldn’t get me this time.” he sternly said and turned away

“eddie—what? it’s—“

“just go” he said in a low voice

“wh—“

“just go!” he yelled

tears blurred your vision as you walked out, mike and dustin were nearby, since they had planned to come ask you how it went

“so? how’d it…” dustin trailed off as they both saw your tears

“what happened?” mike asked

“i asked him. hope you’re happy now. i shouldn’t have done this” you said as walked away from them, the two looked at each other and went to the room to see eddie still there, his expression sadder now

“so uh…” mike said, turning away from dustin

“we saw y/n come here…what was that all about?” dustin asked

“oh yeah—did you see her friends too? get this, she tries to be friends with me and then proceeds to ask me out to prom. i don’t know if she thinks i’m stupid or something, can’t believe i almost fell for it”

“fell for what?” mike asked, frustration clear in his tone

“that it was a trick—some prank she tried to pull with jason and his other annoying friends” he said and dustin just shook his head

“oh my god” mike sighed

“you idiot!” dustin yelled

“what?” eddie furrowed his eyebrows

“there was no trick! there wasn’t anybody even outside, other than me and mike who were waiting for her to come tell us what happened after she told us she was gonna ask you out to prom!”

“no” eddie shook his head

“and now when we saw her she was full on sobbing because of you, dumbass” mike said and eddie paused

“what the hell are you doing—go to her!” dustin yelled and pushed eddie outside, “swear i have to do everything” he muttered as he watched eddie run to his van

you were laying on your bed, sniffling as you listened to music, you looked at your window to see a rock being thrown at it, you turned off the song and opened the window, looking out to see eddie there

“hey” he said and you just glared at him, rolling your eyes and walking away, “i’m freezing! come on” he whisper yelled

you walked back to the window, “good” you said

“im gonna perish!” he whisper yelled again

“then perish, asshole.” you said and he just kept on pleading for you to come down, you finally gave in and let him in through the window

“hi” he smiled and you just kept glaring, “okay—here it goes—i know i was a piece of shit to you but—i mean come on! you’re a cheerleader and im the town freak…it sounded too good to be true. guess i just didn’t wanna get hurt—im sorry. will you…” he trailed off as he got down on one knee and pulled out a flower from god knows where, “go to prom with me?”

“you’re so corny it’s disgusting” you crossed your arms and he just kept awkwardly smiling at you, “get up” you said with a little giggle, he got up and kept reaching his hand you so you can take the flower, you sighed and took it, he smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, you gently grabbed his face and shared a kiss

“did you take relationship advice from two 14 year olds?” he asked

“shut up! don’t act like they didn’t tell you to come do this” you two chuckled

a/n: the ending sucked i’m kms 😁😁

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trulycertain · 4 months

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I couldn't help wanting to write something ridiculous with spawn!Astarion learning to turn into a bat. And then I got thinking about how the tadpole nerfs spawn powers. AU, post-canon, Tav/Astarion. About 1.3k?

Lora's feeling out a new riff, trying to work out if there's enough of a solid foundation for it to become a song, when there's a thunk and tinkle from the kitchen.

Shit.

She sneaks through, knowing that Astarion's probably doing the same, if he's all right. If he's not… best to take in the situation.

A vase rolls past her through the doorway. There's a small flappy sound, like someone's just pulled a sheet of leather taut. What -? An undead, perhaps? She pokes her head round the corner.

There, sprawled on the kitchen countertop where she normally chops vegetables she'll be the only one eating, next to a fallen jar of herbs, is a bat. Big, albeit not as gigantic as some she's fought who turned out to be vampires in disguise; still, it's got an impressive wingspan, one of them hanging off the counter like a curtain. Or, she thinks, absurdly, the way Astarion likes to dramatically hang an arm off a fainting couch, while he's reading a book. He'll not be impressed by that comparison.

Her unexpected visitor is albino, and… fluffy. Really fluffy, chest like the world's smallest thick fur rug, or like it's got a little proud collar. Small, clawed feet are sticking inelegantly in the air, not quite spread-eagled (spread-batted?), as if it's going to try and jump back onto them. But who's heard of bats standing?

…Unless it's a vampire lord. But there aren't any of those after them - well, not anymore. And they're usually better at the whole bat thing. Less of crashing into Astarion's favourite vase.

How in the hells did it get in? It's not like she left a window open; both she and Astarion are a tad too paranoid for that.

It's not dead, at least: its chest is moving furiously. Makes sense. Bats are smaller, probably with a faster heartbeat. If it's in pain - well, she hopes it's not in pain.

She's got no idea how to escort it off the premises. It's not that she's got a problem with bats - more that she's certain neither she, nor the bat, signed up for this. An angry wild animal? She has visions of it hanging from her finger by its teeth. Though honestly, she had a similar vision with Astarion, and things turned out pretty well there. But they're only borrowing this place for a while - she called in a favour. That favour probably didn't include bat tenants.

Edging closer, she notes that it doesn't seem to be moving. Knocked itself out? Oh, that's not ideal. Though maybe she can sneak it out before it wakes up… No, from what she can see - one red eye - it's just staring at the ceiling. Almost glumly, if a bat can be glum.

And then it spots her, and… lifts its wings to hide its face. In embarrassment.

White fur. Red eyes. The way he looks when he's caught between trying to brazen it out or stalking off to hide his cringing.

“...Astarion?”

Its - his ears twitch, and he raises a wing, holds it there. The way he'll raise a hand in acknowledgement and Don't even say it.

She blinks, and whistles a few notes, hits a high C - there. Speak with animals. That should do it. “Are you hurt?” she tries; it’s been a while since she’s done this spell without a lute.

“Only my pride,” he mutters, mulish and with the slightest nasality - makes sense, between a flat snout and fangs. “I think your basil came off worse than I did.”

She stares. Definitely strange, hearing that familiar wry voice come out of a bat. “What happened?” He’s normally so pretty - the kind of pretty he endlessly preens about. The pinkness of his nose is oddly adorable against white fur, but she suspects he’s ended up as a vampire bat. Apparently, vampire bats look like they’ve crashed face-first into a wall. Which he most likely has, but she suspects that’s no explanation for the horseshoe-shaped nose and his little squinting eyes. It's sort of cute. If you're very, very drunk. Or if you're overly fond of a grumpy vampire.

“Nothing we need talk about,” he says hastily. He rubs a thumb over his face. “I’m sure I’ll work out how to change back in a moment.”

“You’re not stuck like this, are you?”

He casts a narrow look at her with those blood-red eyes - different, and yet so very familiar. “Darling, are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I were a rodent?”

“Astarion.”

He stretches a wing experimentally: pale, thin skin and white fingers. “I don’t… think so. There’s already a sort of - itch under my skin, like I just have to yawn hard enough and, pop. But first, I need to brood.”

“I thought only Cazador could turn into a bat.”

“Into a cloud of bats, my dear.” He gestures at himself with a folded wing, more stiffly than his usual - difficult, when your arm doesn’t bend the same way. “Do I look like a cloud?”

She can’t help her grin at that. “I don’t know. You are all white and fluffy.”

He sighs, loudly. When she reaches out a slow, careful hand, however, he doesn’t move - even in this form, he’d dodge. Or she’d get an annoyed warning nip for her trouble, she’s sure of it. Fangs are second nature to him. As is how to be gentle with them, by now.

She says, “I love your ears.” She strokes a fingertip carefully over them; they twitch underneath it. “Look at the size of them!”

“Ugh. If you’re about to make an elf joke, I have one word of advice for you: don’t.” It’s deeply surreal watching a bat roll its eyes.

“I wasn’t! Is your hearing better like this?”

“Much.” He makes an expression that’s probably meant to be a grimace, but on a slightly squashed bat-face, it’s not so different. “I can hear the tavern three doors away. Their bard isn’t nearly so good as you.”

She strokes between his ridiculous rabbity ears, just with a finger, lightly; big as he is for a bat, he’s so tiny. Even tinier than usual. She'd hate to hurt him. “Have I mentioned I love you?”

“Yes, yes, I know you’re weak to flattery.” But there’s warmth in his voice.

“Do you want to hop up? I feel like you won’t want to turn back into yourself on the counter.”

“Please. That test flight - flights, really - was exhausting. No-one warned me there would be so much flapping. I thought creatures of the night would be fonder of a smooth glide, but no.”

She holds out an arm - and then there’s a bat clinging to her woollen shirt with thumbs and little claws. Clinging being the operative word. He climbs up her a little uncertainly, holding tight while she stays as still as she can, until he arrives on her shoulder, flopping there with a dramatic sigh.

She heads through to the lounge, and beside her ear, a small voice says, “I’ve been able to do… more, since our wriggling little unwelcome passengers were removed. I don’t know if it’s that or simply not starving. Honestly, I thought the bat thing was a myth. For spawn, anyway - we get the rather inferior part of the ‘vampire powers’ arrangement. But the claws have come back, and the agility. I’ve never felt so strong. It’s… strange. And a little intoxicating.” She can’t quite raise a brow at him when he’s so close to her, but he clearly gets the idea, because he adds hastily, “As in, I’m rather happy. Not as in ‘I’m about to become a cackling vampire lord.’ We’ve... covered that one already. It’s more - is this what it’s meant to be like? Being a spawn? Not a starved slave?” His voice is soft, with a genuine, non-snarling curiosity to it. A little amazement. She feels him shuffle just a bit closer to her, wing curling a little around her back.

Sometimes he doesn’t like to be touched when he’s thinking about the bad old days, but this clearly isn’t one of those times. At that, she has to sit in an armchair, and reach up, offering a hand to her shoulder. He clambers onto it, with the kind of instant trust that makes her chest ache - though he does give her a puzzled look while he shuffles about to get comfortable and sits on her knuckles. He folds his wings neatly, primly, in a way that’s so him she’d laugh in any other circumstance. She sneaks over her other hand and strokes his pointy pale head, runs a soothing couple of fingers over his back. She feels sad for him, but also, Lathander, he’s so fluffy. She could happily do this for a while.

The flap of wings startles her. What - ?

Being hugged by a bat is more like having a very strange necklace. One that hooks its thumbs into the back of her shirt collar, accidentally tugging it wider, ears twitching against her neck in a way that’s almost ticklish, tiny heart fluttering against her collarbone. She holds him there with a hand, thumb stroking through his fur. He murmurs, “I just wished, and this time…”

The smallest cloud of mist blooms. She blinks, and the world is suddenly rather heavier. It could be the rogue sitting side-saddle in her lap, his arms around her neck, grinning at her. He blinks in a little surprise.

“...there I was. Hello, darling.” Leaning in, he brushes a swift, smiling kiss to her cheek.

She reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, the way she knows he likes even if it ruins his pomade. “You were very cute.”

“Of course I was. I was adorable.” He winces. “Aside from looking like I’d run face-first into a carriage.”

“You were cute!”

“Hm. Good for scouting tucked-away places that the owners don’t want us to be, however.” His happiness takes on a fiendish edge.

“You’re going to pick locks with your little thumbs?”

The idea seems to delight him rather than offend. “Once I learn how? Absolutely.” He swoons dramatically, leaning back over the chair arm. “Now, darling, I find I’ve utterly run out of energy.” He darts her a look from under his hand. “It must have been the transformation. I don’t know if I can even find it in me to stagger to bed.”

She raises a brow. “Really?”

“Really. I’m just… utterly drained. It’s a mystery.” He holds his arms out. “Would you mind?”

While she’s carrying him through to her room, she says, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” he asks smugly, arms still wound around her neck. “And what’s that?”

“You’re going to pull me in with you.”

Pouting, he says, “How dare you. I’ll have you know I’m an honourable man. Well. I'm a man.”

“You’re going to pull me in with you and make me cuddle you to sleep.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds disgustingly juvenile. True, but juvenile.”

“This was easier when you were less than a kilogram of fur.” Not that she minds him being a bit heavier. It’s a relief, compared to how bird-boned he sometimes felt under all the muscle in the early, hungry days.

“I can fix that.” There’s a tiny poof! and then… a self-satisfied bat fluttering awkwardly to sit on top of her head.

She reminds him, “Watch the hair while you’re surveying your kingdom.”

“I could get used to this.”

“I’m never getting used to this.��

#batstarion #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin #Astarion #BG3 spoilers #bg3 epilogue spoilers #My fic #lora mctavish #Stupid ridiculous fluff (and I don't just mean how fluffy he is)#baldur's gate 3

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 months

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Hi <3

May I have Cody with f!Jedi reader and the prompt 15 and 35?

(I hope I memorized the numbers correctly 😂)

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Hello love @your-local-jedi-commanderThank you for the love and participating, it's so sweet of you.

I hope you enjoy the story.

The General

Warnings: Fighting, blood, wound, medical procedure, bantering, discussions of death and violence, explosions, mud. I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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The battle was enduring much longer than anyone anticipated, it didn’t help that this god-forsaken planet wouldn’t stop raining. Cody crouched down behind a boulder doing his best to provide cover for the General who joined their operation. It’d been three months since they’ve been fighting and they barely made any advancement.

The blood from the gash on his forehead was trickling down and into his eye, he kept wiping it away, trying to get a line on where you stood and where the droids were; but it was all starting to blur. He closed one eye, aiming as best he could; force, how he missed his helmet, but a stupid mortar shell damaged his HUD and now he had to deal with the elements. A new one was on its way, but it wouldn’t get to him until he made it back to the FOB, so for now squinting and wiping had to do.

He wiped one more time, taking aim, and fired. Only to see his laser beam, pass by only an inch from where you were, nearly hitting you. You dismantled the droid, with one swing, and spun to look at him, “What are you doing!”

“Sorry, General. My eyes …”

You shook your head, “Commander, do me a favor. Just sit there and look pretty, let me handle this.”

He felt embarrassed by that embarrassing shot. His embarrassment grew, when he saw you call the force and push all the droids away, somehow simultaneously igniting all their grenades. You turned and walked away as the explosion ricocheted behind you, making you look ethereal. Cody wished he had his helmet so he could’ve captured the image.

You didn’t even bother to look back, your only concern was Cody. It wasn’t like him to be sloppy with his shots, he was either in a lot of pain, or his vision was getting worse, which was even more worrisome.

You couldn’t help but worry about the Commander, ever since you joined Obi-wan’s fleet, he’d been a breath of fresh air in the force. With all the violence and death surrounding you because of the war, the dark side of the force swallowed up all that was good. It drained you more than you realized, that was until the moment you met Cody, it was as though someone brought out the sun, and breathed life back into your life.

As you walked over to Cody, you noticed the gash on his forehead was still bleeding pretty profusely, “Why didn’t you get this taken care of?” You kneeled beside him, your fingers gently prodding the wound.

“I wanted to watch your back.”

You tilted your head as you smiled at him, “And who’s watching yours, while you’re watching mine?”

He smirked as he looked at you, “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

You looked him in the eye, wanting to tell him what he really meant to you, even if it was against the code. Even if he wasn’t allowed to have relationships, you didn’t care. You just wanted to let him know, but somehow it never came out. Sure variations of what you wanted to say, made it past your lips, but never exactly what was pressing on your heart.

“It’s not that bad.”

“I beg to differ, Commander.” Your hand slid down the side of his face, as you gently cupped his cheek, it lasted for a brief second, but that brief second could’ve been an eternity for all you cared. You pulled your hand away slowly, reluctantly.

Cody almost chased the warmth of your hand, feeling your fingers, your palm, your skin on his, made it feel like a dream come true. Ever since you stepped off that shuttle, and joined General Kenobi’s fleet, it was as though life had shown him there was more than to simply exist. It wasn’t just about the war and his brothers. There was you. You brought meaning to his life, something he never quite understood, but was happy to accept.

Maybe it was when he first saw you take down twenty droids on your own, maybe it was when you used the force to protect him and his brothers, when you shielded them from the explosions, or maybe it had to do with that laugh that somehow made his heart want to lurch forward, and made his stomach flutter, all he knew was at some point he fell in love with you.

“Come on, I’ll take you back to the med tent. Get you cleaned up.” You guided his arm around your shoulder as you helped him up.

“I can walk, General.”

“You nearly shot me. Right now, I don’t trust you to take a pee without assistance. Just accept the help.”

“You always this stubborn?”

“Says the quacta calling the stifling slimy.”

“I have to be, have you met my General.”

You laughed that laugh that made his heart feel as though it had wings, he tightened his arm around your shoulder, wanting to pull you in close. “Obi-wan does have a knack for getting into trouble, I will grant you that.”

“You can blame him for my stubbornness.”

“Oh, I will.”

You pulled him in closer, wanting to take as much advantage of the warmth from his body as you could. Before you helped him sit on a med cot. Although you weren’t a healer, you did make it a point to learn how to perform certain medical treatments on the field. Oftentimes there were not enough medics and one more extra hand, meant one more soldier was saved. So you did what needed to be done. You moved away from Cody to grab a suture kit, placing it on the cot beside him, and grabbing a santizing wipe.

“Alright, I’m going to need to clean this first.” You prepared him, hoping he understood the pain that was about to happen.

“You don’t have trouble yourself, General, I can wait for another medic.”

“The other medics are dealing with more severe cases, I can handle this. Now, this is going to hurt, okay?”

Cody simply nodded, gripping his knee, as you started to wipe away the rain, the blood and even some mud that had splashed on to his face. His face twisted in pain, you leaned forward and blew gently on the wound, it shouldn’t have seemed as romantic or even as sensual as it did, but somehow the both of you found it to be rather intimate.

His eyes opened and looked into yours, in that moment he was saying all the things he couldn’t, as he looked into your warm, kind, beautiful eyes.

You took a shuddering breath, when it felt as though time stopped as you looked into his eyes, you wanted to lean forward, to press your lips to his, to let him know how much of your heart was already his.

Before the distance could be closed, a noise from outside the tent startled the both of you, when you realized how close you were. Cody could feel his cheeks flushing, as you slowly pulled back looking aside for a second, before you moved to grab the needle and thread. You looked into his eyes one more time, a smile on your face, that told him, you knew.

He simply smiled back and whispered, “Me too.”

The smile on your face grew, before you started to stitch him up.

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slayfics · 8 months

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Okay, a sudden idea just popped up in my head. You can write this anytime you want or you can just ignore it but if your interested in writing, how about reader who is on the verge of death, gets saved by muichiro ? How would he react ? Or what would he do in a situation like that ? Your fanfics are what motivates me as a writer !! I literally became on because I wanted to be like you 😭❤️

Muichiro saves you.

Warnings: blood

This was by far the most challenging demon you had ever fought. You were struggling to keep up with its moves, and multiple times you had brought your blade down on its neck only to be unable to slash it.

Think- You thought to yourself. What would Muichiro do?

You suddenly had an idea come to mind. The final Mist Breathing form Seventh Form: Obscuring Clouds. It was a dangerous idea, you had only managed to use it properly once. The move focused on confusing the demon on your position then when you finally do go in for the strike you are extremely slow.

It was risky- if you didn't do it right you'd for sure be dead. But you had to try something you were losing stamina fast and wouldn't be able to do anything else soon.

On a whim, you attempted the Seven Form giving it everything you got. You spun around the demon which worked to confuse it. Seeing your opening you finally went in for the strike. The demon being taken off guard had barely any time to react, but still, it was not enough.

As your blade finally came down slicing the demon's head off, the demon at the same time went to strike you, hitting a vital organ. The demon's head fell to the floor disintegrating at once, and you fell down next to it.

Shit- I'm going to die, you realized. It wouldn't be long before you'd bleed out from your injury. Using the strength you had left you focused your breathing on slowing the bleeding. If you could hold out long enough, maybe just maybe another corps member would find you.

It didn't take long before in the distance you heard someone approaching. You felt your heart skip a beat at your good fortune. Much longer and you would have not made it. I hope this is an experienced corps member you thought, just as you were met with the sight of Muichiro looking down at you.

His eyes instantly widened in alarm at the state you were in and he dropped to the floor next to you.

"Keep focusing on your breathing," He instructed as he ripped off one of his sleeves and tied it around your injury to put pressure.

As grateful as you were that Muichiro had found you, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed that you had been so badly injured by not even an upper-rank demon.

"I'm sorry tok-," You began to say but Muichiro brought a finger to your lips shushing you.

"Do not apologize, you risked your life to slay a demon. That is what any Hashira would have done."

You felt a smile spread on your lips at his praises but slowly your vision began to blur.

"Keep focusing on your breathing, and I'll get you to the butterfly mansion as soon as possible," he said, gently grabbing you into his arms. Upon picking you up in his arms Muichiro realized how bad off you were. You didn't even have the strength to hold your head up or wrap your arms around him for support.

Muichiro carefully placed the weight of your head against his chest and his arm, keeping your head upright to avoid any choking. Once he felt comfortable with how secure you were, he took off in the direction of the butterfly mansion.

"Alert Miss Kocho we are coming," He said to his crow who swiftly flew ahead.

Muichiro continued to make his way as fast as he could without disturbing you in your arms. Even with his swift pace you were beginning to lose consciousness and started to come to terms with possibly dying.

"Tokito-" You called in barely above a whisper.

"Hm?" He glanced at you then back up, continuing to run.

"I- I'm glad it's you here with me- if this is my last-"

"No!" He yelled. "We still have so much to do together, do not even begin to say such things!" Tears swelled up in his eyes. "Just keep focusing on your breathing, save all your strength for that! We're almost there!" He looked down at you once more seeing the sleeve he had tied around you was now soaked through as was his own uniform where he was holding you. Yet your soft breathing continued, you followed his orders and did not give up just yet.

Finally passing through the gates of the Butterfly Mansion, Shinobu was ready and waiting. Instantly taking you to bed and getting to work attending to your wound.

"She'll be alright?" Muichiro asked, voice shaking.

"I'm going to try my best, it's a wonder she survived this long," Shinobu answered.

Thank you for the request Kye! You’re too sweet ahhh! You’re doing amazing with your own fics keep it up! For anyone that hasn’t check out @sleepykye fics! Her work is so unique and adorable~

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vhagarlovebot · 1 year

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hi! sorry english is not my first language so I hope this will make sense. I love the way you write aemond so much! Thank you for writing about him

Would you mind writing about aemond saving the reader when a fight broke out during a party as harwin did for rhaenyra (beating up everyone to reach her and then throwing her on his shoulders)? You can choose what their relationship is (married, betrothed, he is secretly in love,...)

Have a lovely day!

warnings: death, mention of cutting someone’s fingers.

everything happens really fast. you are talking with a couple of ladies when suddenly you are being pushed by a crowd to the center of the room, where two men are yelling insults at each other. but then one of them throws the first punch and madness breaks lose.

you try to get out, pushing and screaming, but you’re in the middle of the improvise ring and they keep moving forward, pushing you more and more into the danger.

you can’t see past the people surrounding you and you can’t even scream for help because nobody would hear you. tears fall down your face, clouding your vision, and you can’t do anything besides pulling away every time someone grabs you and pushes you.

but then as the two men are pushing each other, one of them bumps into you, throwing you to the ground. nobody cares that prince aemond’s wife-to-be is there, they are far more interested in the fight.

why isn’t anyone helping? but just as you’re about to just lie there, crying and hurting, you see a silver head making its way through the crowd, pushing and punching everyone on his path, behind him the kingsguard following closely.

you breathe again, relief washing over you as his violet eye finds you. he’s fuming, you can see it on his face, but he’s also worried, and seeing you on the floor doesn’t help. you see what happens next in slow motion; aemond grabs the dagger at his belt, lunging forward. the first one to meet his dagger falls to the ground, a simple but deadly slash across his throat. the second man is a little luckier than the other one, two knights holding him back as aemond grabs one of his hand and cuts off three of his fingers, his scream of pain making you look away.

the mix of the panic you were feeling and seeing the scene in front of you, makes you throw up. you feel embarrassed and in so much pain, your head spinning, that you don’t feel the hand brushing your hair out of your face and the little pats on your back until you finally have the energy to look up.

“you look hot when you are mad, my prince.” you are so weak that you don’t think your words before saying them, not that it matters to you anyways. you smile, touching the space between his brows to make him stop frowning.

prince aemond doesn’t say anything, he just helps you stand up only to take you in his arms, one holding your legs and the other one around your back, you don’t hesitate to put your owns around his neck.

it’s not until you are in the hallways leading to your chambers that he finally talks. “i should have killed everyone in that room.” he says, looking forward. “i will kill everyone who dares to put a hand on you.”

#📮 ⌇ my works ˖⋆࿐#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon imagine #aemond targaryen scenarios #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd x reader

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The glimpses we got of Jeff Ward in the opla blooper reel fill me with brain worms because now I am thinking about young Buggy not really being able to control his devil fruits ability for a while and Shanks doing his best to help him train. I can just see Buggy holding his own head between his legs before then faceplanting onto the floor and Shanks laughing his ass off, before offering to spot his friend doing more elaborate tricks like bouncing it from shoulder to shoulder so he can catch it before it hits the deck again when he messes up.

„ UGH! You’re supposed to CATCH me not bash my skull in!“ „Sorry.“ „God you suck. I only cant do this because you distract me so much.“ Shanks snorts and grins down at the upside down pouting clown head in his hands. „I don’t know. I just think you’re unlucky.“ „CAN IT.“ „Nah, you need all the luck you can get.“ With a swift motion Shanks raps his knuckles three times against Buggies forehead, to which his crewmate reacts with angry screams of pain and indignation „KNOCK ON WOOD!“ „FUCK YOU!!“ Buggys world twirls in a flash and for one second his body looses his balance just from the whiplash his head is experiencing. When he catches himself he’s upright and face to face with his insufferable Bunkmate who gives him a toothy grin. „Hm what else?“ „DONT“ „Fingers crossed.“ The clown let’s out yet another undignified squawk as Shanks crosses his fingers and mimes dropping him in the process for a second. Buggies body is now trying to grab at Shanks who’s easily sidestepping his friends strangling hands. „I’LL KILL-„ „Maybe it’s like one of those dice you have to blow on for good luck.“ Buggys world once again turns topsy turvy as the redhead flips him upside down once more, his chopped neck exposed upwards and any screams of protest die in his throat as he sees Shanks face getting closer to his neck just at the edge of his vision. Once again he feels thrown off balance, but not because of the sudden movement but because for a single second, he’s met with the faintest feeling of lips on his neck and a slight touch of air as Shanks exhales on the part that usually is connected to his own body. It’s almost unnoticeable and entirely too short to be on purpose, but Buggy still lets the almost kiss happen in shock and mentally thanks whatever sea deity he can think of that Shanks can’t see the look on his face right now. The room spins yet again and he moves his arm upwards almost like a reflex, his head colliding with his own wrist and rolling downwards from one shoulder to the other till it reaches the other wrist and with a flick of his elbow his head bounces off himself and reattaches itself to its neck. His mind clears mid and he realizes Shanks is cheering for him „LOOK AT YOURSELF! THAT WAS SO COOL!“ And all Buggy can do is turn away with faux annoyance and pretend his flush is from being overly embarrassed by his friends happy outburst and hope he doesn’t notice that his fingers keep ghosting over the part where his neck head usually detaches.

I cannot be more serious when I say that I have been thinking about this all day. This is so on point, like... I had a silly little smile on my face while reading this, it feels like it's ripped out of a fic I need more!

I really wanna add something but idk if I can?? it's just so perfect???

Though talking about holding bodily parts, I can imagine Shanks holding Buggy's hand for no reason, even if it's just detached. He'll just be out and about, minding his own business on the ship, and someone will ask him "Buggy, where's your other hand? Why're only with only one?"

To which he'll just make a grumpy face, which the other shipmates quickly learn mean that Shanks is just pocketing random parts for tun again. Bonus points for if he does it with also for fun, just Buggy waking up with one less leg and searching for it while Shanks giggles. Buggy would probably "beat him up" with his severed leg later, but it's too funny to him to not do it once in a while.

OH! Bonus bonus points for when they meet again and Shanks is one arm lighter than Buggy remembers, he accidentally sadly murmurs "You can't hold me like you used to..." under his breath. When Shanks asks him to repeat, he panics and goes "It's like karma from when you used to tease me" or something like that.

#shuggy #one piece shuggy #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #answers #op

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theresthesnitch · 8 months

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For the @wolfstarmicrofic word antiquity, 665 words

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The tiny bell over the door tinkles as he walks through, alerting the staff to his presence. The proprietor pops his head out from the back of the shop, and his face immediately lights up when he sees Sirius. “Hello, Mr. Lupin.”

He looks like he has been hard at work on something. His sandy colored curls are frizzed up a bit, with a few stuck to his forehead. His cheeks are a bit rosy, almost enough to hide his freckles, but Sirius can still see a dusting of them there. He also has a smudge of something dark on his nose that he seems unaware of.

“Lord Black, I’m so glad you could come. I’ve got something for you in the back.”

He disappears again without another word, and Sirius is left to look around the shop.

Despite its humble appearance, Sirius is rather fond of this place. He stumbled into it when he had been fed up with the simpering yet ineffectual nature of business at Borgin and Burke’s. Sure, he couldn’t do away with them entirely, not with the vast number of antiquities that the Black Estate held, which he is trying to reduce now that he runs the Family, but it was nice to remind them that he could, and would, take his business elsewhere.

“Here we are, sir,” he says, laying a box on the counter. “This is something really special, I think.”

Sirius walks over to see the now opened box in his hands, and a delicate silver ring sits in the middle. The stone at the center of the thin filigree creating intricate knots of carved silver is deceptive at first look. It’s an emerald, or so it appeared when he walked over, but the longer he looks at it, it seems to shift to garnet. “It’s beautiful, of course, but you’re going to have to tell me what it is, Mr. Lupin.”

“Right, of course. My apologies, Mr. Black.” Despite his apology, Lupin can’t stop smiling at the ring in front of him. “This is apparently the ring of Morgan le Fay, gifted to her by Merlin when they were both only twenty years old. According to the legend, the ring contains a sample of Merlin’s power, and Morgan wielded the ring against him in the Battle of Parthley Fortress.”

Sirius picks up the box, examining it closer. “That is fascinating. Is it true?”

“I’m working on certifying it, but at this point, I believe it is.” He claps his hands together and bounces on his toes, clearly excited over the piece. “You were the first person I thought of when it came in. I know that your family is descended from Merlin, so I thought that, perhaps, you would be interested in it.”

“Quite,” Sirius says, “though I feel like it would be a waste to leave it sitting in a box.”

“Oh, no,” he says, grabbing it back from Sirius. “It must be gifted. I’m sure that the person you love would greatly appreciate receiving it as a gift.”

Immediately, Sirius’s mind fills with the vision of slipping the ring on Lupin’s finger, which is ridiculous since they’ve never had a conversation that lasted more than ten minutes. “You think so?”

“Oh, yes, sir.” Lupin hands it back to Sirius. “I would love it if you gave it to me.” He immediately goes pink, as soon as the words leave his mouth, and Sirius wants to kiss the blush off of his face. “I mean, I’m sure that anyone you give it to would love it. Your partner will love it.”

Sirius smiles, setting the box on the counter again. He spins it so that it’s facing Lupin again, and he looks away like he is embarrassed to see it. “Perhaps you’re right.” Sirius nudges it back toward him. “If only I had someone to give it to.”

“You don’t?” Lupin asks, and there’s no small amount of hope in his voice.

“Not yet, anyway.”

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mikalame · 10 months

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tom kaulitz x flight attendant

“i cant believe your actually making me do this" i groan bill is making us go into the air again, last time i got so air sick i threw up in my hat cause the flight attendant couldn't get there quick enough. I think ill die of embarrassment if i see her again she was way to pretty to be doing that she should have been a model or something not someone rushing to get a bucket cause i couldn't hold my food down. “TOM!” bill shouts in my ear “ i smack him in the shoulder “quick screaming in my ear that shit hurts ugh” “you thinking bout that girl again it would be so funny if she was the one to serve us again” georg snickers they all know that shes been on my mind for ages now i just hoped me meet somewhere better and not like how it did.

Well fuck me after getting pushed from behind by some lady for 5 minutes we finally sit down i thank bill for getting me an aisle seat so it would be quick for me to get up and run to the bathroom. “After 30 minutes the food should come out wake me up then mmk” georg says before putting on his eye mask and falling asleep we pass time by seeing how many skittles we can through into his mouth.

I dont hear the rattle of the cart getting pushed through the row of people as i have my head phones when it finally comes up to us i see that gustav has woken georg up and both of them are quitely laughing to themselves i look up and see its that girl agian i feel heat rise to my cheeks my vision becomes blurry and feel the breakfast coming up. I try and hold it in until shes gone but as soon as she left i shot up and bolted down the aisle. Around five minutes later i unlock the door i see her standing there holding a bottle water “um thought you might need this to um yk was down the vomit taste or something” she laughs akwardly handing me the bottle “Omg look im so sorry for last time like i was and still am so embarrased bout like throwing up and stuff and like right now ig aswell” i blush hiding my face after i drink the water “Oh no its okay i didnt mind really air sickness is more common than you think” she jokes i laugh a bit aswell. “um do you think maybe we could hangout or something like when your free oh well ig youd have to fly back after this but um...” i trail off thinking my idea was stupid and silly “no i would love to you seem real nice and sweet um do you have a phone on you i can give you my number” she says. I whip out my phone as she types the number in “well thanks umm...” “oh ___ and what your name Mr. Air sickness” “Tom, tom kaulitz i look forward to our date ___” i say while walking away feeling ten time better

Hope yall like thanks for the love on the first post!!!! <3 plz if you have request please tell me them im dieing for it lol

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peachywise · 2 years

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Lessons in Honesty

steve harrington x reader

chapter 1

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8

– synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: it has been a long time since i have written fan fiction but here i am!! my dumbass loves a fake-dating plot and i couldn’t resist. i hope to update this pretty regularly, and i post here and under the same username on ao3. i think i’m going to continue to post this as a reader insert and then do an alternative version that’s with an oc (because i can and reader insert series mess with my brain) BUT here’s to hoping y’all enjoy it!! read here or on ao3 _____________________________

“Stop staring, dweeb.”

The voice cut through a fraction of your brain fog. Not enough to draw your attention away from your current pin-pointed focus, but certainly enough that some semblance of normal thought would have eventually trickled back in. You know, had it not been for the second later when an arm cut across your vision and someone flicked you on the forehead. Patience was never your sister’s virtue.

Still, it did shock you enough out of the stupid little reverie you had fallen into that had been going on for a good five minutes. It was probably better she busted the daydream before someone else caught you and thought you were someone’s lobotomy patient left without supervision.

“Christ, Robin!” You huffed, slapping away her hand as she gave you an indignant look. It was distraction enough that you managed to flick her right back on the forehead right after. Maturity was never your virtue.

“That was a lot harder than I did it,” she argued back, already trying to thwack you once again.

It quickly became a sitting wrestling match as you tried to capture each other’s arms, biting low insults at one another as it went along. You finally managed to yank Robin’s arm down and back to her side, head twisting fast to see if anyone was watching the scuffle. Thankfully not. There was already so much commotion between the football idiots trying to knock soda cans off one another’s heads by throwing a spiral. They probably weren’t even trying to hit the can anymore with how much harder they laughed when the ball slammed into someone’s face instead. I mean— It was kinda funny.

“I sat beside you, and you didn’t even notice me. Do you think that if you stare long enough, it will intimidate Eddie’s clothes into falling off his body?”

The instinctual hand that slapped over her mouth at that moment might have been loud enough to draw some attention if it wasn’t so perfectly timed with the loud smack that came from the football hitting someone in the face again. Divine intervention at its finest.

“You don’t have to say every thought that pops into your head,” you whispered harshly, eyes still nervously darting around just to double-check no one had heard. Your only solace was that you hadn’t decided to sit at a closer table to Eddie, who was far out of earshot halfway across the quad.

“Tell me about it,” offered a new voice from directly behind you. Shock and surprise rolled through your body as if electrocuted, eyes widening as a familiar figure sat opposite you at the picnic table. “The other day, she was complaining about how annoying it is that your mom tells embarrassing stories about you both to company, but then lets it slip in the same sentence that she wet the bed until she was nine.” Robin must have kicked Steve’s shin under the table because he let out an even more dramatic “Ow!” than you thought him capable of.

“What, did they realize they made a mistake in letting you graduate and rescind your diploma?” You asked him, probably a bit more snippy of a greeting than usual, given that you were still red-faced and deflated from Robin’s mental attack.

Robin gave a short snort at how Steve reared his head back an inch, his floppy hair moving with him like its own appendage. “Ignore them. They’re just mad Eddie Munson doesn’t know they exist.”

You always thought choking on water was something only people on television did when they were shocked. Turns out, It was very much an honest reaction and one you could do simply with your own spit. “I hope you trip over your own feet and the doctors have to wire your jaw shut,” you breathed out, covering your heating face with your hands as you tossed your head back, wishing you were anyway else. And by anywhere, you meant that in the truest sense there was. Let the footballers whisk you away and use your face as target practice instead.

“Munson? You like Eddie’ The Freak’ Munson?” Steve sputtered back. You were thankful that he didn’t just laugh in your face instead, like when Robin found out. You still felt the phantom feeling of her spit flying on your face when she did. Then again, maybe laughter wasn’t the worst reaction. When you removed your hands from your face and saw the genuine look of astonishment and confusion cross his features, brows furrowed, head slightly cocked to the side and studying you as if you were the freak, you began to wonder if you’d prefer the slice of a chuckle and not the hammer of a disappointed and alienating stare. “So you’ll joke about me never graduating— which I did, they can’t just take that back— but find that a desirable trait in Eddie? You do realize he was held back for two years.” As if his own words finally hit his ears, he screwed his face up like he smelled something bad. “Jesus, dude is like twenty years old.”

“I never said it was logical, okay?” you huffed back, folding your arms over your chest, then unfolding them, feeling too restless and itchy at the scrutinization your sister and her idiot friend were putting you through. “I know it’s not going to happen—known that since I was a freshman and joined the Hellfire Club. You can both let it go now.”

You’re a Junior now, and Eddie still treats you the same as if you were a wandering lost puppy he pitied and took in. You kind of were back as a freshman. No friends, not really anyone to talk to other than Robin, wandering around aimlessly in the hallways like the least scary ghost there was, given how many people tried to walk through you. You’d prefer outward avoidance to that. Still, things were different now. Maybe your only friends were members of the Hellfire Club, but at least you’d ranked up from lost puppy to social pariah but with a decent backbone. Eddie, however, clearly didn’t see it that way. His nickname of pipsqueak stuck and has followed you since. Sometimes, he shortens it to Pip, which would be fine if half the student population didn’t think that actually was your name. Some didn’t even believe you when you corrected them.

Robin raised her hands up in surrender, which was bullshit if you’ve ever seen it. “Whatever. Look, I’ve got band practice, so you have to walk home by yourself. Tell Mom to remember to leave the leftovers in the fridge this time, okay? I don’t want to accidentally eat a fly like last time because she left my plate out.” She said that with so much ease as she stood up and walked away, acting as if she hadn’t behaved like someone sprinkled rat poison on her tongue when it happened. It was pretty gross, to be fair. Just thinking about it made you mentally gag and reach for a toothbrush.

“I’ll be fine,” you called out, the same time Steve let out a disgusted mangled noise that sounded halfway between a dog trying to get a stuck piece of kibble out of its throat and a baby trying to say their first words. You stood up from the bench and swung your backpack over one shoulder.

Steve’s voice cut off your movement when you began to walk away. “Hey, let me drive you home. Your sister made me come all the way here to drop off her trumpet she left in my car. I’m already acting like a glorified errand boy today.”

You gave a short, breathy laugh, eyebrow raised. “Just today?” You asked teasingly. That got you an eye roll. “I’m good. Robin just acts like this town is more dangerous than it is. I assure you, a walk by myself will not kill me.” She’s had a tendency to hover lately. And by association, so did Steve, though you just assumed it’s because you were hanging out with Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max lately, and he had that weird sort of older brother/fifth-wheel type relationship with them. You also assumed it had something to do with Nancy. A lot of what Steve did had to do with Nancy.

“Are all you Buckley’s this painfully stubborn? Just get in the damn car,” he fought back with as much patience as your sister had. Which, as stated earlier, is none at all.

“Steve, it’s fine.“ At this point, you were arguing back merely on some screwed-up principle. You might have gotten farther with it had Steve not stalked next to you and yanked your backpack from your shoulder, already walking off towards the parking lot with conceited expectations that you would fall in line and trail behind him.

You did. He had your bag.

At least you managed to snag one last glance at Eddie as you walked past.

“Has anyone ever told you that your bossy?” You muttered under your breath as you stopped at the familiar burgundy brown BMW that your sister had begun to use as her personal taxi. He tossed your bag into the back once he slipped into the driver’s seat, leaning over the center console to push open the passenger door you waited by.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have bad taste in men?” He supplied back, putting the key in the ignition when you slammed the door shut.

“Don’t start,” you said, staring at him heavily annoyed as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m not even as bad as you. Everyone sees the way you pine after Nancy.”

His head snapped so fast to look at you that you quickly smacked his arm to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. “Everyone does not— I don’t *pine* after Nancy, okay? I get it. She’s with Jonathan. We’re friends.”

“Friends who want to—”

“Don’t start.”

Alright. Fair.

Still, it was hard to believe the whole friend’s thing, not only because of the looks Steve gave Nancy, but the ones you saw her give him behind his back. Jonathan wasn’t here. He was in California. And whether or not Nancy just gave Steve lingering looks that were remnants of the past, there were moments you wondered if that was just it. Robin surely didn’t. She was pro-Steve and Nancy all the way. You were shocked she hadn’t already made embarrassing T-shirts about it.

“Don’t let Robin pollute your thoughts,” Steve broke the silence, a more quiet seriousness passing over his concentrated face. “She thinks there’s still something there, but there isn’t. Probably because all these dates I’ve been on lately have all gone to shit. I think Nancy even stares at me with pity about it too.” Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he ran his other in a frustrated motion over his jaw. “It’s annoying. I wish everyone would get off my back about the whole thing.”

“Well, why not just tell them you’re seeing someone? Not like it has to be anyone in Hawkins. Dustin’s got that long-distance girlfriend of his.” It was easy enough to lie about that sort of thing, right?

Steve gave an unamused snort. “Yeah, like Robin will just let that one slide. She’ll see right through it.”

“Then just ask someone to pretend to be your girlfriend for a while. I’m sure plenty of people are lining up just to have a shot with the late, great Steve Harrington, even if it isn’t real,” you joked, though it was true. You’d never really talked to him before he became friends with Robin, but you remembered him from the hallways last year. Heard his name bounce around girl’s lips too often to ignore it.

“Thanks for that,” he muttered in return, hand gripping his steering wheel tightly as he went quiet once more. You shrugged, turning your attention to the window as you watched your neighbourhood come into view. Playgrounds, bright red fire hydrants, trees with tire swings hanging off thick branches. Yeah. Truly a terrifying small town if you ever saw one.

“But maybe you’re on to something.”

Of course, you were on to something. You may be hopeless sometimes, but you were actually pretty clever—

“Why don’t you date me?”

It was a good thing you weren’t the one driving. You would have crashed the car. He would have deserved it.

“You can just drop me off here,” you replied, reaching for the handle, thinking the best option in this scenario was to tuck and roll out of the car. Steve grabbed your wrist before you could. Damn.

“I don’t mean for real, smart ass. But think about it. It would solve my problem, and maybe even yours too.”

You turned back to look at him with a face that read, ‘maybe they should have taken away your diploma, after all.’ “And what problem do you see me facing?”

“Eddie. Eddie’s your problem. You want him to notice you, right? Jerk off’s never been my fan, and it probably annoys the shit out of him that I hang around Henderson and the other idiots. Add you to that equation, mixed in with a guy’s stupid need to have something they can’t have, and he’ll want to be dating you in no time.”

Huh.

“It’s surprising you were never a mathlete in school with logic like that.”

“Can you be serious for a second?” Steve pleaded back at you, turning into your driveway as he did. Even though you were home, you didn’t think getting out of this car was going to be any easier at that moment than it was any earlier.

“I am being serious!” You replied back, a small laugh escaping you at the absolute absurdity. You wouldn’t be shocked if this was just some elaborate prank set up by Robin to pay you back for ruining her favourite sweater a week ago. It was a bit overkill, but you had to appreciate the effort. “You’re the one not being serious. No one would even believe it anyway.”

Steve gave an oddly offended look. “And why wouldn’t anyone believe it? What, you’d never stoop so low?” Jesus, here he was, putting words in your mouth already.

“No,” you said bluntly. “I mean you would never stoop so low. What, the holy ex-basketball player dating his best friend’s little sibling who spends most of their days drawing alone or playing Dungeons and Dragons? Doesn’t exactly scream your type.”

He opened his mouth to argue back, judging by the narrowed look of his brows but decided to drop whatever it was. He deflated with a sigh into his seat, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I-“ he paused again. “That’s not true, alright? Can you just think about it?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, studying him and trying to understand why he was being so pushy with it. You could see how his predicament was bothersome. You’ve been on the receiving end of Robin’s persistent nagging countless times. But there was probably more to it than that if you were to bet. If Steve was so willing to sell himself out to try and make Eddie jealous, chances are he was hoping that using you would do the same for Nancy. He could deny it all he wanted, but there was still a hang-up there.

“Fine.” You relented, Steve’s hand immediately dropping from his face as he sat up perfectly straight like an obedient child just being told they could have one treat. You held up your hand to tamper it down. “Fine, I’ll think about it. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Turning back around to grab your backpack, you opened your door and slipped out of the car. Steve leaned over the seat and reached for the handle. You thought he would shut it and just be done with it, but he surprised you by saying, “don’t take too long. You don’t have to play hard to get with me,” with an infuriating smirk.

And then he shut the door in your face.

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silaswritesthings · 1 year

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Wandering into your heart (part 1)

Summary: after being asked to research on a strange artifact, you come across a Wanderer who offers his assistance to you. Intrigued, you humour him without expecting your intrigue to develop into something else.

Starring: Scaramouche/Wanderer (he’s referred to as Wanderer), mentions of Nahida

Genre: Romance, fluff, soft, not a very happy ending

Warnings: Not a very happy ending but there’s a part two coming soon

Author’s note: Ignore the cringy title, I stayed up late to finish part one and I feel very accomplished. I hate college (just thought I should add that). This is proof read but there’s room for error. I hope you enjoy～ Like, comment, follow, reblog to your hearts content!

Word count: 1889 words

Part 1, part 2 (coming soon)

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As a scholar under various psychological disciplines, you found yourself drawn to observing the humans around you. Mentally, you’d make note of their habits, words, communication methods and more to do with theories you were very acquainted with. It fascinated you, it was almost like a magic of the mind: psychology. As an expert in this field, the Dendro archon asked you to research an ancient artifact found in irminsul. It was a mirror made out of a strange unknown crystal that would reveal the past of whoever looked at their reflection and you were to present about it during a famous scholarly holiday called the Wisdom Festival in a few months' time.

You found yourself in the library searching for any books that might be relevant to your research. The search, however, was yet to be fruitful. Your attention was brought from the book shelf you were examining to the individual who was mumbling with irritation at the book shelf behind you. Irritated, you periodically sent glares at the individual for he was a cause for distraction to you.

The individual turned toward you, his raven hair swaying with the movement and caught you glaring at him. The various hues of blue, white and black on his outfit complimented the anemo vision on his chest. His midnight blue irises were hard to ignore as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Is there a problem?” He spoke, unimpressed.

You cleared your throat, slightly embarrassed. “It is within the right of my discipline to observe others, I apologize if I came off as rude.” You said politely while you held up the cover of a nearby book from the shelf you were scanning so he may see you truly were a psychology student.

His eyes dropped to the glass ornament in your hand before he hummed in acknowledgment and turned to scanning the book shelf he was mumbling at previously.

When you finally took a seat, he joined you by sitting in front of you on the table you had chosen while occupying himself with a beginner’s guide to psychology.

“I cannot understand why someone would waste their time learning about the human mind.” The stranger spoke under his breath yet loud enough for you to hear.

You sighed. “I believe it’s an absolute necessity.”

“Why?”

You looked up from your book only to see his midnight eyes already focused on you. Your eyes widened by a fraction at the intensity of his stare. “The human mind is the reflection of those who created it, I’d say this is another route to understanding divinity through ourselves.”

He hummed in thought, eyes narrowed in contemplation. “It’s like killing two birds with one stone, on one hand you’re learning more about the human mind while on the other you could possibly be getting an insight on divine consciousness.” He offered thoughtfully. You smiled at his lack of resistance to your philosophy and nodded. He eyed your book on the basics of psychology, much like his own. ”You seem well acquainted with psychology, why are you reading a book like that?” He asked.

You brought your attention back to the book before you and turned to the next page. “I have to write a thesis on the effectiveness of a basic theory and its correspondence to this artifact. It makes more sense to start at the basics, does it not?”

He tapped a finger against the wooden table for a few seconds, as if in thought, before speaking once more. “Allow me to offer my assistance.”

Once again, he has taken you by surprise. “Why?” Your attention was on him once again, unwavering and deliberate.

He pursed his lips, as if annoyed by the answer to the question. “I’m required to help around the academia as payment for past… transgressions.” The last word was said with hesitation. It was a curious sight to you.

“I need someone to pose as the ‘human mind’ for my thesis.” You explained but truthfully, you didn’t need his assistance. You were very well known under your discipline and various students, both new and old, had volunteered to assist you with this research but you couldn’t help but want to feed the intrigue this man sparked in you.

He sighed. “So I'm a test subject?” His question was laced with obscurity.

“More of a guiding hand, I already have ‘test subjects’.” You admitted against your better judgment with a cringe. He chuckled at your expression, thoroughly amused by your consideration which was uncalled for.

“Whatever it is you may need, be it a guiding hand or a test subject, I'm willing to offer it.”

“You’d offer anything?” You teased him.

He blinked, not expecting the remark before he scoffed. “As long as it has something to do with the thesis.”

“Before we go any further, what is your name?” You inquired.

“Call me whatever you like.”

“Are you sure?” You challenged, your tone mischievous.

He narrowed his eyes at you before taking back his words. “,Wanderer’ will do for now.”

You stared at him in amusement and with that began your partnership with the Wanderer.

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For the next 4 months, you had worked alongside the Wanderer in creating your thesis but as time progressed you noticed a few changes.

You were a very hardworking individual, obsessed with perfection and while you were praised for this it was hardly sustainable.

“Let’s stop for the night.” Wanderer said. It had been two weeks since you started to work together and he was already acquainted with how you prioritize your research over your health. For some unknown reason, he was slightly bothered by this.

“You can retire, I’m perfectly fine.” You said as you continued to scan your notes. He sighed and after a moment of silence he stood up and snatched the notes that were before you on the desk.

“We’re going to sleep.”

You sighed and allowed him to cut the research session short. This, however, became a regular occurrence. He always made sure you both retired at an “appropriate time” (his words, not yours), he made sure you ate more frequently and somehow managed to convince you to take more breaks throughout the day whether it was for a stroll through Sumeru city or a nap. In contrast with his bitter attitude, he gradually became kinder toward you and no matter how weary you tried to be toward his changing habits, you found him endearing nonetheless.

These feelings of endearment the Wanderer sparked in you eventually evolved into a hyper fixation with everything about him. Everything jfrom the way he furrowed his eyebrows and cast his glance downward when he was in contemplation, his narrowed midnight blue eyes were hard to not appreciate, to the way he handled aged books from the library gently with those beautiful slender hands-

“We could get this done faster if you actually helped me carry the books rather than stare at nothing like an idiot.” He scoffed, bringing you out of your stupor. You mumbled an apology while avoiding eye contact with him and without your knowledge, he was grateful for your bashfulness otherwise you would’ve seen him hide behind his hat in embarrassment.

You never saw him like this for you were always thinking about something and while it was annoying how easily you got distracted, he wouldn’t complain about you getting lost in thought with that adorable expression on your face that was usually accompanied by a small smile.

He wished he could read your thoughts, he wanted to know what you were thinking about most of the time. The closest he could come to this was to listen to your endless ramblings and he revelled in every second of it despite rolling his eyes in feigned irritation whenever you looked at him, expecting him to reassure you with a half-assed “Go on,” that always made you hum in content.

After a few more weeks of this, you’d come to be dependent on his presence to the extent of dreading whenever you two would depart to retire at the end of the day. That was bearable, you could argue, compared to the reality check you would face after presenting your thesis to the academia during the Wisdom festival- after that, you would no longer have reasons to see him. However, you barely had time to focus on this because as the event approached, the Wanderer’s attitude toward you took a turn.

Naturally, you became a bit more shameless with your staring, perhaps you had gotten used to having your eyes fixated on the Wanderer, maybe this was a habit you had formed or the desperation to slow down the approaching festival has taken over your head. Whatever it was, it must have affected the Wanderer too because he began to stare back.

Whether you were together at your usual table in the library or were taking another one of your strolls in sumeru - if you tried to sneak a glance at him as you usually did, he would already be looking at you each and every time. He was shameless with the way he traced your features with eyes, his gaze like a paintbrush and you an empty canvas waiting to be imprinted with the secrets hidden within the deepest parts of his soul. Looking at his hands once more, you couldn’t help but envy any canvas they’d lay themselves upon.

“Do you see something you like?” He broke the silence.

The question flustered you and you looked back at your work. You cleared your throat. “I told you, observation is an inevitable feature of my academic discipline.”

He hummed in amusement. “Tell me, what do my hands have to do with your ‘academic discipline’?” Your heart leaped at the teasing tone in his voice.

Unable to find an answer to his question, you opted for looking at him. As expected, his eyes were already on you. This didn’t deter you, you simply allowed yourself to admire him, the way his amused eyes reflected the light above you to the way his messy hair framed his face without care.

You found yourself lost in his eyes which never failed to mesmerize you. They reminded you of a moonless night, mystical and relentless with nothing but billions of stars to accentuate them. Especially now as they seemed to darken beneath the influence of your gaze. It was as if they had secrets to keep but if you just looked a little harder, moved in a little closer to lose yourself in his eyes, to see a little more of him, to feel more of his cold breath dancing with yours, his noise brushing gently against yours until finally, his lips grazed against yours with silken precision.

The gasp you emitted shattered whatever spell has settled upon the both of you and while he looked just as shocked as you did to the recent development, there wasn’t an inkling of regret on his face. This is why you failed to figure out why after that incident, he allowed a draft to form between the two of you. A draft that grew as the date of the festival approached. A draft that left you yearning so vehemently that you were forced to come to terms with the feelings you harbored for the Wanderer.

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pandoa · 2 years

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Yo pandora! Bluebells and Zinnias with the theme of by the gardens with Floyd please❤️

Bluebells ~ “be careful with your words. i might mistake your kindness for something more meaningful”

Zinnias ~ “i miss you” “you just saw me, silly” “and? i wanna see you again so come back~”

~floyd leech x gender neutral reader~

first request for this event is officially finished! thank u to sweetbucchi for requesting <3 i hope you enjoy!

♡Blossom Grove Prompt Event♡

♡i miss you dearly♡

Through the gleaming tresses of greenery and the multitudes of colorful blossoms, stood you and Floyd, with you helplessly attempting to free yourself from the latter’s frighteningly tight grasp and Floyd clinging onto you like an adorable koala gripping its most prized tree branch. The two of you had been prancing throughout NRC’s botanical garden without a single care in the world until a penetrating scream demolished your once playful mood into smithereens.

“Shrimpy, do you have to go?”

“Yes, I do, Floyd,” you sighed as you clawed at his unwavering hold on your waist. “That shout sounded oddly similar to Grim’s and I am not planning on getting blamed for leaving roadkill on campus grounds by the headmaster if anything happens to him.”

The eel behind you scowled at your pointless excuses. “Eh? Little sealie can handle himself. It’s my time with you now,” he childishly whined. Twirling you around to face him, Floyd’s heterochromatic eyes peered into your own as he painted his face with a pitiful pout you knew he only used when he wished to get something out of someone. “I miss you, Shrimpy.”

“You just saw me right now,” you said with a passive tone, craning your head up to the taller boy.

“And? I wanna see you again, so come back here~” Floyd giggled as he pulled you closer to his chest, nuzzling his nose into the alluring softness of your (h/c) hair.

“You should be careful with your words,” you hesitantly mumbled into his disheveled uniform, a small rosy tint gracing your cheeks out of embarrassment. “I might mistake them for something more meaningful, and we don’t want that, now, do we?”

“‘Something more meaningful?’” Floyd skeptically repeated your words. What was that supposed to mean?

An unusual moment of silence then struck the both of you as Floyd dwelled on your peculiar words.

“Oh! I know!” the eel clapped his hands together with delight. “Could Shrimpy possibly mean the word that begins with an ‘L’ and ends with an ‘E’?” Floyd paused only to resume with an exceptionally teasing manner in his voice. “Is Shrimpy in love with me too~?”

You, taken aback from his conclusion, drew further away from him in denial. “Hey— I never said that—”

“But you meant it, hehe. C’mon,” he cooed as he began poking at your side, “just say it!”

“Never!”

“‘Never?’ Well then, I hope you’re prepared to regret those words, dear Shrimpy~.” There was no time to think. Without warning, teal-colored locks flooded your now blocked vision as Floyd proceeded to wiggle his slender fingers towards your belly, effectively tickling your squirming body with mischievous intent. Hysterical squeals escaped your form, filling the garden with vibrant choruses of laughter coming from both you and Floyd, alike.

Truly, an endearing sight to see.

a/n: floyd's so cute i wanna squish his face but he'd probably squish me first until i lost circulation in my body lol/hj

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #floyd twisted wonderland #floyd twst #floyd x reader #floyd leech x you #twst imagines #twst scenarios #blossom grove prompt event #octavinelle

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dino-fart · 11 months

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Heartbreak and Headaches | Chapter 2: The Aftermath

Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Genre: Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: It’s finally the weekend and the aftermath of the embarrassing proposal. You figure you can wallow in pity but a knock on the door interrupts your plans.

Summary | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Saturday Morning...

You woke up with a throbbing headache that refused to subside. The pounding pain was driving you to the brink of insanity. Desperate for relief, you reached out to your boss, texting him about the medication he had given you a few days ago—the only thing that seemed to alleviate the torment. Minutes turned into hours, but there was no response. Frustrated and exhausted, you decided to go back to bed, hoping that sleep would provide some comfort.

As the afternoon sun cast its warm glow, a sudden knock on the door startled you. You sat up slowly, rubbing the back of your head and opening your bleary eyes. The knock persisted, making you let out a groan of annoyance. Who on earth could it be?

You made your way downstairs with Piper by your side, the throbbing in your head intensifying with each step. As you reached the front door and flung it open in a mix of frustration and curiosity, a familiar Southern drawl greeted you, instantly calming your frayed nerves.

"Afternoon, ma'am," Joel's friendly voice rang out.

Your vision cleared, and you relaxed your face, recognizing the kind and helpful handyman who had been working on your porch. "Hi, Joel," You greeted him with a sleepy nod.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you... Is now still a good time?"

You blinked, trying to piece together the reason for his visit. "Good time... for..." You asked, your headache making it difficult to focus.

"The porch?" Joel smirked a little, glancing at your disheveled appearance. "Looks like someone had fun last night."

You furrowed your brows, realizing that you hadn't even had a chance to look at yourself in the mirror before answering the door. But judging by Joel's statement, you must have appeared quite a mess. You let out a nervous laugh and shook your head, "Yeah, something like that. Sure, go ahead."

Joel nodded, setting his toolbox down. As you were about to head back inside, you heard your name being called from across the street. You looked up to see Becky, your assistant, rushing towards you, clutching a bag in her hand. Intrigued, you stayed on the porch, and Becky quickly joined you, standing between you and Joel.

"Hi there!" Becky greeted Joel, then turned to you with excitement. "Hi, boss! I have something important for you... inside..."

You tilted your head, "Uh... okay." You then gestured for Becky to enter the house. The two of you stopped at the kitchen counter and Becky set her bag on on there.

"What's going on?" You asked, tilting your head in curiosity.

"Your boss called me, saying you needed some headache medication," Becky explained, a warm smile adorning her face, "So, I came to deliver, and I brought some tea too."

You were taken aback by Becky's thoughtfulness. "Becky, you didn't have to do that; it's Saturday," You said, touched by her gesture.

"Uh, yes, I did. You're my boss, but also, you've been so nice to me and so patient," Becky replied, her gratitude evident in her voice. You smiled softly at the woman, realizing how much she had grown since you first started working together. The two of you had developed a close bond, and her support meant the world to you.

You accepted the medication and noticed Becky shuffling her feet nervously, indicating she had something more to say. You set the glass down and cracked a smile. "Alright... What is it?"

Becky rubbed the back of her neck, a hint of hesitation in her voice. "Well... You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but... I heard about what happened during the game." Your smile faded, and a heavy silence enveloped the room. "Y-You don't have to!" Becky quickly reassured you, realizing the sensitivity of the topic.

Your gaze shifted, and you walked over to the cabinet, retrieving a wine bottle and a flute glass. Pouring yourself a glass, you shrugged your shoulders, trying to downplay the situation. "There's not much to say on the matter... He proposed, and I said no. Simple as that."

Becky nodded and pulled her keys out from her purse. "Well, uh, if you need anything, let me know, okay?"

You nodded, grateful for her support, and watched her leave through the front door. Once she was gone, you downed the glass and set it down, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Turning on the TV, you intended to distract yourself, but you forgot that you had left it on the sports channel. The anchors on the screen seemed to relish in dragging out the replay of that fateful moment.

Joel walked into the house, Piper by his side, oblivious to the televised spectacle. "Well, your porch is good to go. I'll be working on the fence now," he announced with a smile, his gaze unintentionally drawn to the TV. "Can't believe the team lost last night. Lost a bet to my brother." You didn't respond, feeling a wave of bitterness and frustration wash over you as the replay played out once again. The anchors and their spectators seemed to revel in labeling you the heartless villain for rejecting his proposal. "That's why you don't do this stuff in public. If your relationship isn't solid, then, well, this happens," Joel commented, shaking his head.

You glared at the screen, which showcased a close-up of your ex's pathetic face as you shook your head. The world seemed quick to judge, quick to cast blame, without knowing the complexities of your relationship and the reasons behind your decision. Anger welled up within you, but you remained silent, choosing not to share the private details of your breakup with Joel.

"That's embarrassing as hell," Joel chuckled, oblivious to the fact that he was standing in the presence of the woman at the center of the media storm.

Your grip on the glass tightened, the weight of judgment and scrutiny pressing down on you. You looked away, a mix of frustration and resignation etched on your face. "Yup." You muttered under your breath, hoping to dismiss the conversation.

Joel turned to you, his eyes widening with realization as he made the connection between your presence and the TV. He had been talking about you this whole time! "Oh, shit, darlin', that's you, isn't it?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise and sympathy.

You sighed, a mixture of weariness and vulnerability. You met Joel's gaze and offered him a gentle smile, choosing to address the situation head-on. "Yup, that's me."

"Fuck... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Joel quickly apologized, his Southern drawl carrying genuine concern.

"Don't stress about it, Joel," You reassured him, mustering a sense of resilience. "You better head over to Mrs. Johnson's; she's been waiting for her fence to get fixed."

Joel nodded, a tinge of guilt lingering in his eyes. "Yeah, you're right. I'll get going." As he walked out, you took a deep breath, finding solace in the silence that enveloped the room. You headed back to the couch and turned the TV off. You settled onto the cushions and Piper curled up by your feet. You felt your eyes getting heavy and fell asleep.

A few hours went by and you were startled from your sleep once more as you heard heavy footsteps entering your home. You sat up from the couch slowly and you eyes met Joel’s figure. “Fence is mostly fixed, I’ll come by tomorrow to get it painted and then it’s all set. Mrs. Hudson said thank you and, uh, she wanted me to give you this.” Joel said and gently set the bottle of merlot on the counter. He noticed you wincing in pain and furrowed his brows.

“Thanks...” You simply said and got off of the couch. You slowly made your way to the counter to take a look at the bottle.

Joel’s eyes stayed on you and he gently touched your shoulder, ‘Easy there, darlin’.” You didn’t respond and buried your head in your hands. “Are you alright?” Joel’s hand moved from your shoulder to gently rub your back.

“My head is killing me and nothing is working...” You whispered softly.

Joel nodded his head and smiled a little, “I have an idea if it’s alright. I know this trick I do with my daughter that helps her headaches.”

“Anything...Please.” You begged.

Joel gently pressed his hand to your forehead then moved his other hand from your back to the back over your head. He gently pressed against your head and massaged your temples. You moaned in contentment at the feeling of it, not caring that it sounded embarrassing. Joel spent a few more minutes massaging your head and finally let go. You sighed in relief and turned to Joel, “Thank you, you and your magic hands.”

“Course darlin’...” Joel said softly and met your gaze. You looked into Joel's eyes, feeling a sense of gratitude and comfort wash over you. There was something about his presence that made you feel at ease, even in the midst of your pain. You found yourself drawn to his kindness and genuine concern for your well-being. There was a long pause between the two of you and Joel's expression softened further. "You're not alone in this, you know? Sometimes it helps to have someone to lean on, even if it's just for a little while."

His words struck a chord within you, and you felt a glimmer of hope flicker in your heart. Maybe, just maybe, things could get better. "Thank you, Joel. I needed to hear that...” You smiled.

Joel was about to say something further when his phone rang, “Excuse me, darlin’.”

He answered the phone and you watched him speak to someone named ‘Sara’. You smiled softly seeing the interaction. Joel ended the call and sighed, “That girl is going to give me a heart attack one day...” You chuckled softly and leaned against the counter. Joel finally turned around to face you and gave you a shy smile, “I have to head back home...It’s been really nice talkin’ to you. I’ll be back tomorrow. Try to get some sleep.”

You chuckled at his teasing smile and nodded, “Yes sir.” Joel gave you a final wave of goodbye and headed out the door. You walked over to shut the door and smiled to yourself. Joel was different than Jacob, he was thoughtful and honestly, that’s all you wanted from a partner. Your eyes grew wide at your own thoughts and your cheeks heated up.

“Fuck me...” You face palmed as you realized you might just be falling in love with the Southeren handyman...

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notstinky · 1 month

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TIMING: Late 2023 FEATURING: Luci (@luci-in-the-stars) & Thea (@notstinky) LOCATION: A hill somewhere SUMMARY: Thea is looking at stars when she's joined by Luci, who was hoping to do the same. The two get along well, but Thea's HAIR has other ideas...

Thea adjusted the knob on the side of her telescope, bringing Neptune in all its bright glory into focus. She’d never been more pleased with a birthday purchase before; it had been a little treat to herself considering the rest of her birthday went a little bad, to say the least. Eating an entire camping family was pretty bad but, hey, at least she had the telescope! Thea always thought it was important to look at the positives. Other than a few bumpy nights out of the month, she was a totally normal girl. And now, with her bald hair fixed via a strange hair tonic, there was nothing stopping her from enjoying the night sky and all its splendor. With Neptune at its annual opposition, it was the best time to view the planet—the summer triangle still hung high in the sky, Jupiter was bright as always, and Pleiades was getting ready to illuminate winter skies.

The crunching of grass behind her, shrill in her ears, caused her to snap around. Thea’s vision easily adjusted to the dark, observing the figure that approached with their own telescope. Thea wondered if she should have felt more alarmed at a stranger invading her carefully thought out stargazing spot (she’d run her own research, running around town to find just the right altitude) but the sight of the telescope both instantly calmed her and endeared her to this stranger. “Hello!” She waved, her words tumbling from her mouth at a rapid pace. “Come to see the sky too? I’ve got Neptune locked in on mine and I think I can get Triton too, if you wanna take a peek.” She paused. “Oh, sorry.” Thea stuck out her hand, “I’m Thea. Sorry, I get excited.”

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Luci had wanted to figure out the star maps here before she asked potential friends to come with her. After all, it would probably be embarrassing if she wasn’t able to name the stars over here. It was just so much brighter then where she had lived, where only the brightest of the stars could get through - even with her telescope. So she had asked around where a good stargazing location was, and had carefully packed up the telescope she’d gotten for her fifteenth birthday and set off.

Although she hadn’t expected someone else, Luci wasn’t at all frightened seeing a scope set up. After all, it was a beautiful night to stargaze and as nervous as she was to do it in front of friends and get things wrong, others weren’t a bother at all. Especially when they seemed friendly. With a smile that reached her eyes she said, “Hi - yeah I did. It’s a lot brighter here than where I’m from. - Oh you can see Neptune here? I hadn’t realized it would be bright enough.”

Without thinking Luci nodded her head excited at the idea of seeing Neptune with her own eyes on a screen - only stopping as the other remembered normal customs. “Oh - no worries. I got excited too. I was going to look at your scope before even getting your name. You see -I’m trying to make some star maps and - well you know,” Luci said with a blush starting on her face. At the hand Luci took it and shook it gently and said, “Oh I’m Luci - It’s nice to meet you Thea.”

—

“Yes!” Thea perked up. “It’s in opposition right now, which means it’s opposite the sun and—“ Thea shook her head. “What am I saying? You probably know this, you’re trying to make a star map. Anyway, it’s right in front of Pisces, so the trick is making sure you’re not actually looking at Bélénos or something.” To anyone else, it probably sounded like gibberish but Thea trusted that to her new friend Luci, who was definitely now her friend, it was comprehensible. “And by my angle, if I’m right…” Which she usually was, she’d been stargazing since she learned how to speak and ask about the bright dots that populated the night. “…I should have Neptune.”

Thea grinned, asking, “where are you from, Luci?” She gestured to her scope to allow her friend Luci—she was going to force them to be friends if she had to—to look through it. “They’re a lot brighter here than where I’m from too. I grew up in the city and you probably know, city stars are…” Thea sighed. “…hard to see. Toronto has never been known as a great astronomy location. There’s a dark sky preserve like two hours away from the city but that’s like, two hours away.” Not that she didn’t regularly make the trip anyway.

The hair did not like this conversation; it was not about hair. The hair had awoken with the sound of another flesh sack sloshing around and that was particularly tantalizing. How easily did Luci bleed, it wondered. Maybe they could make a star map out of that.

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Luci’s eyes glittered in excitement as she followed what the other was saying “Oh! That would make Neptune a lot easier to see. Oh to be fair I may not have known it. So you’re absolutely fine.” After all, Luci herself had a habit of over-explaining herself, and if she was honest she loved hearing people talking about things that they were passionate about. It didn’t bother her at all. Nodding along she continued, “I bet you are.”

Going closer to the telescope and looking into it just confirmed that her new friend was. For a moment Luci was more concentrated on Neptune, taken with how bright it was here before going away from the telescope, “Yes that’s got to be Neptune! Wow, it's pretty.”

Looking at Thea now she said, “Oh I’m from the Bronx. - Oh New York City.” She quickly corrected herself, knowing that she shouldn’t just assume that people knew what the Burrough was even if it was a habit of hers to lead with it. “I could see some of the stars, but - not like all of this. I bet in the winter it’s even clearer I can’t wait to see them. - Oh you’re from Toronto?” Luci said liking to know new facts about people and gave a smile and nod. “Oh wow I’d never heard of that! It must be so nice to see the stars without any light pollution.”

She wondered idly how the stars must have looked like, and wondered how she’d feel seeing them all bright in the sky. Would Luci feel small, or in awe of what the universe could produce just outside of her reach? Part of her wanted to ask Thea what she thought, but figured that was too much of a conversation for first meeting and instead stuck with, “I know it’s a bit of a lame question, but what’s the coolest astrological body you’ve been able to see? - Oh I am kind of assuming you got to go to the dark sky preserve, but if you did you know?” She said smiling at Thea, hoping that there was an answer.

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Thea brightened, at her own emotional height—if she could be seen through a telescope, she probably glowed. “Yeah! Isn’t it just?” A lot of people had a passing or romantic interest in the stars; they might look up and think it was pretty and learn a few names but few people were scientifically fascinated. Finding celestial bodies in the sky wasn’t just as easy as pointing some lens at the sky; there was measuring, finding the ecliptic, charting a course though other known bodies, adjusting and fine, yes sometimes looking at an app. Did anyone ever appreciate that she was using an apochromatic doublet refractor telescope? Sure, it wasn’t the same as the Sky-Watcher Evostar 150DX that she had in Toronto, after she’d saved up all five thousand dollars for it, and sure it couldn’t look at deep space objects but at least it wasn’t a Powerseeker 70EQ, or something.

“New York City…” Thea repeated. She’d always thought of New York as the sort of place people wanted to escape to, not escape from. How much of a right did she have to judge when the same could be said about Toronto? Which was as Thea saw it, the New York City of Canada. She decided not to comment on it. “Oh god,” she grinned, memories tumbling into her head, “like, so many things: a couple of nebulas standout, Dumbbell and Crab; clusters like Hercules and then you get to the shit that doesn’t even have proper names like M5, M12; and every planet in our solar system, every bump on the moon, comets, asteroids…” Thea’s eyes swelled with water. She gestured up at the inky sky, jumping in place. “How can I pick? It’s all so cool, it’s all so beautiful: there are billions and billions of things out there, and they’re billions and billions of miles apart and when you stare up at them all you see is the little dots but far off, far away, farther than we’ll ever go, they’re burning beautifully and brilliantly and for this moment--this cosmically small grain of time--I get to see it. Me. The universe is so grand, so big, so unfathomable and I get to see it.” Thea sighed, clutching herself as tears streamed from her face, emotions of existential wonder. “I don’t think you pick a favorite. It’d be like picking your favorite drop in the ocean, or something. I don’t think you do that. I think the first time you look up at the sky, like really look at it, like the first time you see a celestial body, you accept that that’s the greatest fucking thing you’ve ever seen and there’s a billion of those. More than a billion. A stupid, unthinkable, infinite number of beautiful things. The first time I saw Jupiter, I had nightmares for months.”

And like that, with Thea holding herself against the cosmic beauty of the universe, The Hair lunged, darting out of the darkness. It aimed to slice Luci’s skin and spill the red nectar of her body.

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Luci was easily in awe of the sky. She often felt small, and it was no different now but there was something comforting when it was the cosmos telling you. Her notebooks and star charts couldn’t match the feeling of peering up and knowing that the stars flickered on no matter what you did. There were rules and laws that guided them into their place and they were wholly unfazed by her. It should make her feel lonely, Luci thought lightly but her eyes grew instead thinking about how they flickered and she wondered what secrets they could tell her. Just because they didn’t know her didn’t mean she couldn’t know them. “Your telescope is amazing, wow the winter up here’s going to be phenomenal.”

“Yeah,” Luci said at her home wondering if she was connected to it. She certainly thought she was connected to her family but the place itself wasn’t all that important to her. No place really felt all that special, but right now the stars twinkling at her did. At the others' explanation she nodded slightly, listening carefully, and trying to find a way to write it down. It was beautiful, in a way that Luci couldn’t articulate and she liked Thea - and she wanted to remember what she said. It made her pause though as she saw the other get emotional at the stars and for a moment Luz wondered what that felt like. She was in awe a lot of the time and she felt the emotion and the amazement that you could see all the stars and planets in their own universe but - Luz was always a little outside. She always felt like an observer and not a participant but that might be too much to express to someone she just met. How you were in awe of something but couldn’t feel the emotions of it as easily. Instead she turned to show Thea her notebook to ask if she wanted to see the list of elements related to the different stars to share some of her knowledge as a thank you - when suddenly there was a flash of something coming at Luci.

Without thinking, Luci tried to move away her hopeful smile turning neutral as she felt her arm suddenly in pain and wet. Looking at her friend her eyes grew wide and she said, “Thea - not to alarm you but I think - You have something on your head. Oh -” Without room to finish her statement Luci side stepped again trying to avoid whatever it was moving to her bag instinctually.

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Curiosity built up on the edge of Thea’s tongue; questions dug into her mouth. She wanted to ask Luci what celestial body was her favorite, if she agreed with her take, if it was totally lame that she was crying about Jupiter, if they could be best friends for real because she’d never met anyone else that got it like this. Then her hair streaked across the sky and for the first time since it’s started attacking people, Thea was sad about it. She probably should have felt sad about it sooner, considering all the damage it had done, but this time was more personal; she was desperate to be Luci’s friend. “No!” she shrieked, but her hair had never listened to her before and wasn’t going to start now.

The Hair stabbed the earth, thousands of strands of dark hair woven together into large spikes. It was slow, always going where Luci had just been rather than where she was, but slowly it was learning. Each piercing blow, safely nestled into the earth, gained momentum, chugging along like the starting engine of a train. Soon, its speed rendered it a blur in the air, stabbing wildly in the direction of Luci.

“Um, it’s just hair!” Thea called out, dancing from foot to foot. She tried tugging her hair back, but it tugged back on her and she hissed as it ripped at her scalp. “I mean, It’s pointy! And it wants to eat you! But like, if you have scissors…it’s just hair!” If her new friend died before they could officially be friends, she was going to cry.

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Luci wasn’t exactly scared, now curious about why her new friend’s hair was - trying to eat her? Maybe this was something Milo was worried about as she moved again to miss the hair again, her arm stinging where it had gotten to her. She was bleeding now, and she should be concerned about it. It did seem to want her blood. While not ideal, it wasn’t something that was going to make her abandon Thea who seemed rather distressed.

“Fascinating - how long has it been doing this?” Luci said moving again to get out of the way, almost dancing dodging as she tried to think of what was happening. Her tone was more relaxed than her movements as her brain whirled with the possibilities. She had a pair of clippers in her bag, and a lot of her wanted to take a bit if only to see what the hair was made of. Still, that couldn’t have been the solution right? “It’s just hair? - Did you put something on it or does it have a mind of its own? Oh sorry that’s probably rude of me I just meant has it always been like this or is it new?”

Luci probably couldn’t dodge the hair forever, but she wanted to at least see it closer. If only because Thea looked like she was in pain too. It wouldn’t be good to leave her upset, and besides she wanted to ask her more about the stars. Still, it was getting faster and faster and while Luci had been on the track team she was still a human. “This might sound weird - but did you use something magical on it? Or get an object or something?” Holding her bag in front of her she heard a thud, where the case of her telescope stopped the hair still pushing Luci back. She might have to fix that later too - wouldn’t be the first time.

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“Fascinating? Fascinating!?” Thea screeched, digging her heels into the dirt. The Hair didn’t relent in its volley, charging after Luci with fury. “It’s trying to kill you and this is fascinating?” At least Luci wasn’t running away screaming; that boded well for the potential friendship Thea was aiming for. Eventually, when she realized Luci’s questions wouldn’t stop, Thea decided to answer them. She did so all at once, whimpering into her violent strands of hair. “Yeah! I put something on it. A hair serum? From the internet? It said it was totally safe!” It had actually said ‘100% sock’ but Thea took that to mean safe. Although, she had noticed her hair had a strange love for socks. “Um, I guess it was magical? I mean, magic doesn’t exist but…I guess?”

The Hair recoiled off the crunch of the telescope case, disoriented. It returned to Luci with an animated hunger; the strands pooled together to form thicker missiles, plummeting the ground. The Hair throbbed with its hunger. With each moment, it only grew more desperate.

“Can you do anything?” Thea called out, desperate. “Anything at all? I don’t want you to die!”

—

Luci was a bit put off on why the other thought it wasn’t fascinating, but she still huffed out, “Yes I’ve never seen hair that can do that. I would love to study it - once it’s not trying to kill me.” She managed to stun the hair for at the moment letting her get a little father away from the hair and to her bag to pull out the bag.

Pulling out a notebook she grinned,“ Just stay there for a minute Thea! I’m not leaving but I think your hair will take a second to get back up. I think I can help if it’s magic. If it’s a hair oil it can only have so many compounds. I’m just going to change one of the compounds okay?” Luci knew it probably wouldn’t make much sense but she flipped through the pages she had already filled out. Vera had wanted a hair oil before and - bingo.

“Okay I’m coming back! When I do I’m sorry but I’m going to have to give you a hug okay? It might be scary but your hair won’t hurt anyone,” She said getting up and ripping the page out. She’d need to touch Thea’s hair to the paper, but she figured it would be easier if she gave a hug to do so. That, and it kinda seemed like Thea needed a hug with how upset she was. Milo often gave people hugs when they were upset, especially to Luci so it shouldn’t be so wild right? “Ready?”

—

“Study it? My hair?” Thea wasn’t sure if she should feel complimented or worried; either her new friend Luci was weird or she was the weird one. She hoped it wasn’t her; she’d gone her whole life trying not to be weird. Sure, she was a weird child but everyone was a weird child, right? “I guess you can? I mean, you can have it!” But not, like, all of it. Thea hoped that part was implied; she didn’t want to be bald again. Then Luci started talking about compounds and Thea grabbed wildly at errant strands, trying to hold them back. “Like chemistry?” she asked. “You’re going to do chemistry on my hair?” But she couldn’t wrap her head (and hair) around what that meant. Sure, everything was chemistry, technically. Everything had compounds; everything was made up of something else. But what could Luci possibly do?

“A hug?” Thea blinked and the offer startled The Hair as well, which slackened just enough for Thea to close the distance between them, arms outstretched. Hugging Luci wasn’t at all like what she thought it would be like—not that she’d been thinking of hugging Luci. It was precisely her not thinking that this could happen that was surprising about it. Luci was soft, warm, and she smelt nice. She felt like a friend. Thea’s eyes started to fill with tears. It had been so long since she’d been hugged, really. Her throat tightened. And what if her hair ate Luci? What if she did? Here was this nice young girl who shared so many of her interests and there she would be, impaled by hair or—as was more likely—having to be picked out of Thea’s teeth. Maybe she didn’t deserve nice things like friends or hair.

Maybe it would be okay if she was bald after all.

The Hair didn’t agree. Unlike the wet meat body it was attached to, it had a hungry desire to live and thrive and it was going to eat. It was going to—

—

Luci nodded a little, “Like chemistry.” It was the thing that she knew best after all next to magic which - in all fairness was linked in her mind. Alchemy and Chemistry twisted and folded together that while they were separate fields it was only just barely. She liked that about her kind of magic though, to be so close to what regular humans could do if only just a little twist.

Running up to Thea wasn’t hard wrapping her arms around the other girl she thought that it was - not unpleasant to hug people. She wasn’t a hugger normally, that was usually Milo’s job - but it wasn’t bad either. Pressing the page into the hair Luci felt the now purple sparks flowing from her hand into the page dodging the hair that seemed hungry for flesh and blood for some reason. There was time to answer questions later, but there seemed to be a shuttering stop of hair as the sparks flew.

For a moment everything was still, the page disappearing as the compound changed subtly - just one off to what the structure had been before and Luci waited still holding her new friend cautiously as if worried the hair would start up again. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to do anything if it did hit her.

“Um - How does it feel? Murdery?” Luz said moving back just a little.

—

The ends of The Hair lit up, and the mass recoiled, tightening into a hardened lump. Slowly, the strands burnt up, fizzling into particles of non-magical dust. In the end, there was no more hunger, no more desire to murder either. There was no more hair.

Thea opened her eyes; she felt lighter. She felt cleaner. She felt…colder. Cool air traced the top of her scalp and without raising her hand to her head to check, Thea knew; she’d been bald long enough to remember how it felt. What she didn’t know was how Luci had done it. All she’d taken from her bag was some paper, as far as Thea could remember. Did she paper-cut her hair into non-existence? But then what was all that she was saying about compounds and chemistry? Questions swirled in Thea’s head, followed by the swamp of bald-sadness. Above, the stars continued their flaming luminescence. It was chemistry too: a series of compounds smashed together that would eventually burst and float away and reform into new stars. Thea reminded herself of the expanse of the universe, and how tiny she must have seemed to any star. Her baldness felt trivial.

But Luci didn’t. “Not murdery.” Thea shook her head, forcing a small smile. “Oh, but I think I’m getting a special transmission…” Thea rubbed her bald head, which sprouted a small field of fuzzy, new hair. “Hmm, I think Neptune is saying we should look at it some more.” She gestured at her telescope, which miraculously hadn’t moved. Slowly, her smile grew. “If you want to say Luci, I think the universe is waiting for our eyes. And I think we should be friends.” And she wasn’t going to think about how her new friend just made her bald. Again.

There were an infinite number of beautiful things out there, somewhere. Down there, with them, Thea thought they possessed a perfect fraction of it: a new friendship and the stink of burnt hair.

#c: luci #a hairy situation #writing #s2 #// i love luci #like the tv show #but for the character #if you read this and you dont also love luci....idk what 2 say... she is loveable #nerds being nerds #hair being hair

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