#like I'm sorry maybe you should have made her the MC then if you were just gonna make the whole story about her ugly ass

[pinkgy]

Hiiiii, I really enjoy your works, and hope that you're still taking requests. (Oh and sorry since English is not my first language, hope that you can understand what I'm saying :'3)

If you fine with taking request, I have this little imagination about WHB: Fem!MC love to sleep naked, and when she in hell, she often takes off her clothes while still in deep sleep. How about some reactions from the kings (and Lucifer pls) when they wake up and see MC naked in front of their eyes?

Will they be a little gentleman and roll her into a kimbap roll, or maybe something steamy will happen? (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Thank you so much for writing about WHB!!

Have a great day!

Hi Anon! Don't worry, I totally got your idea, English is not my first language either so I get you :/

Thank you so much for your request and I hope you like it. ♡

I went a little overboard with lucifer, but I hope there's no problem with that.

𝗪𝗛𝗕

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

"𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙𝗙"

GN! Pronouns + Slights mentions of Fem Anatomy

𝗖𝗪: Perv Kings, Slight somnophilia, but it’s consented, Leviathan is a bit OOC at the end, Rough Oral Sex M Receiving, Intergluteal Sex, use of Petnames (that’s my way to avoid using Y/N and Reader)

Filth (Lucifer, Beelzebub, Mammon)

No Filth (Satan, Leviathan)

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

⁂ Satan is a heavy sleeper, and someone really clingy too, he could be holding you tightly and will never notice that you are taking off your clothes, so you being completely bare in front of him would be really sudden for him.

⁂ It takes him a few seconds to assimilate everything when one day he wakes up in the middle of the night to drink water, why does your body feel so warm ? Satan raises his hand that had wrapped around your waist and caresses your body to find out that effectively, you were naked.

⁂ After a few seconds, Satan, somnolently lifts the sheets to find your body deep asleep and completely bare, and suddenly, he’s no longer sleepy.

⁂ For one moment the blood from his head went to his other head, your boobs were pressed between your arms since you were sleeping on your side and your bare pussy was fully exposed to him, and as he looked at the bed, your clothes were all scattered around it.

⁂ But at the same time, you looked so peaceful while sleeping, and waking you up just to relieve his perversions felt like a crime, he could do better, and at the end of the day, you were his, if he wanted he could do anything to you, but once the morning rises and you are both awake.

⁂ So he slapped his face, went to take care of his hard-on in the bathroom, drank cold water, came back to the bed and cuddled you as if nothing happened

“You turn me on just by looking at you naked as if I’ve never seen you that way a thousand times before, you got me down bad”

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

⁂ Satan is a heavy sleeper, but with Mammon, it's straight-up impossible to wake him up and he only gets out of his bed if he has to go to the bathroom.

⁂ One morning he wakes up with you facing your back to him, since your shoulders were uncovered he thought you were wearing a tank top, but wait, you were wearing a full pajama set that he gave you as a gift.

⁂ When he realized he quickly in one swift movement pulled the sheets off your body, and there you were, fully naked, and now not only your back was facing him, but you beautiful ass too.

⁂ As if it moved by itself, he put his wide hand on your asscheeks, and he slowly moved his middle finger above your butt crack, provoking a tickle to run down your spine which made you shiver in your sleep.

⁂ Mammon didn't think twice and and slowly put his wide body against yours, making sure that his now hard dick was firmly against your ass, he tried to shuffle his hips so he could nestle his hard-on between your asscheeks but that only caused you to almost wake up.

⁂ After a few minutes of pondering whether he should wake you up or not, he decided to leave that up to fate, so he carefully pulled down his underwear a little, just enough to free his cock, and slowly began to push his cock between your buttocks, simulating a penetration.

⁂ Of course you eventually woke up, you had an overly aroused demon using your asscheeks as a fleshlight and whispering the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard in your ear

“It took you some time to wake up, that’s good, I wouldn't want to cum without being inside you, would you let me in now pretty ?”

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

⁂ There’s no morning in which Beelzebub doesn’t wake up with a hard-on, and that makes him someone who is constantly looking for morning sex, and as someone who sleeps naked, he makes it really obvious that he wants you.

⁂ When he woke up one morning with your pajama top hanging from his horn and your fully naked body completely passed out beside him, he was not surprised, he was delighted.

⁂ That morning you wake up by feeling something touching your cheek, maybe it was Beelzebub kissing you, he was particularly clingy in the mornings so it wouldn’t be unusual, never in a million years you would’ve imagined that the thing touching your cheek was his leaking cock.

⁂ Once Beelzebub realized you were fully awake he put his tip against your lips, smearing his pre-cup in them, and all you could do was try to process the situation.

“Good morning beautiful, you are so provoking, look how you got me, now you gotta be responsible”

⁂ Beelzebub crouched down a bit and took your cheeks between his hand, pursing your lips making you mouth open slightly, enough for him to push part of his tip inside your mouth.

⁂ Maybe you were too sleepy to notice, but once you were fully conscious of the situation, Beelzebub was jackhammering his cock in your mouth, you chin and part of your chest were covered in a mix of your spit and pre cum (or cum, who knows if he already came in your mouth) and your head was being held by each side by his strong hands.

“Please let me use this pretty mouth of yours for a little longer, it’s so addicting, once I start I wish I could stay here forever”

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡

⁂ Levi is not someone too cuddly when he sleeps, he even tends to be rather distant, so he wouldn't notice your body tossing and turning in bed while taking your clothes off.

⁂ He's someone who takes his sweet time to wake up, and opening his eyes one morning just to have as the first thing he sees your naked body in front of him making its way to the bathroom was some big surprise.

⁂ He's left confused, he cannot process why you're naked so suddenly, so once you get out of the bathroom the first thing you encounter is a sleepy leviathan sitting in the bed glaring at you.

"Leviathan, is there something wrong?"

"Yes, you"

⁂ Surprisingly, he stands up from the bed and begins to take his clothes off too while maintaining eye contact with you, and once you’re both fully bare, he lies back down on the bed, patting the side where you usually sleep.

“We’re both going to sleep naked today, not only you, now get on the bed before I hang you”

⁂ You better get on the bed quickly, and once you do Leviathan will spoon you tightly using as an excuse that he doesn't want you to get out of bed again.

⁂ Leviathan likes the intimacy of sleeping naked with you, he feels it makes you closer than you already are, and in general, it’s comforting to him.

⁂ He likes this little habit of yours.

“Maybe if I hug you tighter you might stay with me for a little longer, so please let me be this close to you more often”

𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥

⁂ He’s a veeeeery light sleeper, even the slightest movement you make in your sleep wakes him up, so you can be sure he's going to notice when you start taking your clothes off.

⁂ And what is he going to do about it? Absolutely nothing, he'll just watch as you slowly begin to remove each piece of your pajamas part by part, he will not even help you when he notices that you’re having trouble removing a piece, and he’ll simply sit on the bed and watch you, and may even remove the sheet from your body to see you more clearly.

⁂ Lucifer also has a very good sense of smell, it's just a matter of the slightest whiff of your arousal getting to him so that his dick makes a prominent tent in his pajama bottoms.

⁂ He will try to hold back as much as he can before taking action, and will take his time to watch every part of you carefully, which will only make his cock hurt from how hard gets.

⁂ All his attempts to restrain himself collapse once he hears you whine slightly as you change your sleeping position, facing you back to him.

⁂ It look him just a few seconds to grab your waist tightly and lift your body so it was sitting on his lap, pressing his now exposed hard-on on your back, he gives 0 fucks about waking you up, once you both are finished you’re going to be too tired anyways and you’re going to go back to sleep.

“Good morning sweet, could you do me a favor ?”

“What’s going on?”

“Just be good for me and then you can go back to sleep”

⁂ Your sleepy voice and the warmth of your body against his only made him feel hornier (if that's possible) so he didn't take long to effortlessly lift you off his lap and lower you back down, making sure his cock was now between your legs and rubbing against your cunt.

“Now rub me sweet, make me feel good”

⁂ With his right hand, Lucifer gently caressed your chest, while his other hand was grabbing your waist, the tip of his dick reached up to your bellybutton your legs were forced wide open, the situation was so obscene, your own arousal was dripping from you, wetting Lucifer’s thighs.

⁂ Your hand caressed Lucifer’s hard-on slowly, going from lightly squeezing his tip from rubbing his prominent veins, every move you made making him shiver, he was whispering all kind of passive aggressive things in your ear while he left soft kisses all over your neck.

“This pretty cunt of yours is dripping sweet, is it because of me ? After this I’m going to eat it so damn good”

#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #whb #what in “hell” is bad? #whb satan #whb beelzebub #what in hell is bad x reader #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb lucifer #whb lucifer x reader #whb mammon x reader #whb satan x reader #whb beelzebub x reader #whb leviathan x reader #whb smut

[cuffmeinblack]

hi! i love all of your ominis fics - if your requests are open could you please write something about ominis being a parseltongue? like maybe the reader/mc loves snakes or maybe even has a little snake as a pet, and they think his ability his incredible.

(also just a fun concept: imagine the mc being a parseltongue as well, and they send each other messages through snakes)

Kindred spirits

Ominis Gaunt x reader

Tags: fluff | pet snek 🐍

1.4k words

A/n: 1) Sorry this took so long. 2) I kinda love it and want to make it a full-length fic??

Ominis sat in the common room, trying his best to ignore Sebastian's constant whining about his new love interest. The new fifth year was certainly a distraction, and he was still fuming over their invasion of the Undercroft, a place that felt almost sacred to Ominis. Sebastian had never been one to think too much about anything, and Ominis worried about whatever the two were getting up to in their meetings alone. Sebastian sighed next to him and Ominis suppressed a smirk, when he heard a voice from near the arm of the sofa.

"Hello, nice to meet you," it said. It was unfamiliar, and different in a way he couldn't pinpoint.

"Are you talking to me?" Ominis said, tilting his head toward the sound.

"Yes."

"Who are you? Sorry, I don't recognise your voice," Ominis said.

"Ominis what the hell are you doing?" Sebastian said from beside him.

Ominis frowned at the stupid question.

"Talking to someone, obviously," Ominis said testily.

"Ominis, you're speaking Parseltongue," he replied quietly.

Ominis felt the sofa shift as Sebastian stood up and started shuffling around, presumably looking for the source of the mysterious voice Ominis had been talking to.

"I'm sorry, he doesn't usually venture down into the common room," another unfamiliar voice said.

Sebastian made a quietly disgusted noise.

"He's not dangerous, you know," the voice said, soft and quiet. Sebastian had obviously hurt her feelings.

"Doesn't have to be dangerous to be disgusting," Sebastian replied.

Ominis frowned at his friend's insensitivity. Whilst not the biggest fan of snakes, Ominis couldn't say he was disgusted by them. Quite the opposite, he had enjoyed many encounters with the creatures in his childhood, but his disdain for the association with dark wizards had led to Ominis avoiding using this particular inherited gift.

"Do be quiet, Sebastian. It's a snake, not a dugbog," Ominis said, pushing himself off the sofa.

Sebastian huffed and Ominis heard the swish of his cloak as he departed.

"Don't mind him, he's having girl trouble," Ominis said with a smile.

The voice giggled, an enjoyable musical sound.

"I never thought I'd meet another Parselmouth," she said as she introduced herself.

"It's quite the rarity, even by Slytherin standards. I'm Ominis, Ominis Gaunt," he said.

"Oh of course, I've heard about you…in passing. I suppose we wouldn't have met, being in different years," she replied.

"Well, I'm glad we're meeting now," Ominis said truthfully.

"I'd better return Caius to my dormitory before we get into trouble, but it was lovely to meet you, Ominis."

"Don't be a stranger."

"I won't."

-

You couldn't help but break into a wide smile as you head back to your bedroom, Caius wrapped around your arm. Ominis Gaunt. Of course you knew who he was, he might be a year younger than you but you'd admired him from afar ever since last Summer when you'd noticed he'd put on quite the growth spurt. His young face had matured into something you could only describe as hauntingly beautiful, with his almost pearlescent eyes and ivory skin. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the thought.

"I suppose I should thank you for the introduction," you said to your friend.

"Glad to be of ssservice," he responded.

-

Ominis found himself unusually distracted the following day, the unexpected encounter with who Sebastian had termed 'snake girl' was playing on his mind. As such, his performance in Potions was even more woeful than usual, turning his Wiggenweld potion into a thick paste exuding what could only be described as fumes of rotten egg.

"Something on your mind, Ominis?" Sebastian asked, knowingly.

"Nothing," Ominis lied.

"In all my years I have never seen you so affected by a girl," Sebastian jibed.

"You're one to talk," Ominis huffed.

"So we're both hopelessly afflicted. What are you going to do about it?"

Ominis wasn't sure—he had no experience wooing the fairer sex, and the thought of mimicking some of Sebastian's flirtatious nature was utterly laughable. He supposed he would have to find her again, get to know her. Find out if this was more than a mere passing fancy. He decided to find her at dinner—it shouldn't be hard if Sebastian could point him in the right direction. 

His stomach turned over from more than mere hunger as he approached the Slytherin table in the great hall that evening. As it turned out, he didn't need Sebastian's help, as he heard the familiar melodic voice call him.

"Ominis!"

Sebastian patted him on the arm to say goodbye and he followed the voice.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join me? Sorry if that's presumptuous," she said shyly.

"I was hoping to find you, in fact," he said as they settled at the table.

The smell of the food did nothing to stir his appetite as his nerves had gotten the best of him. He helped himself to a small serving of pie and vegetables, but left the plate untouched as he turned his attention to his companion.

"How is Caius?" he asked.

"Fine, safe in the dormitory. He has free reign in there but some of the other students don't like him roaming the common room. Luckily my roommates aren't unnerved by him," she said.

"I can't imagine being unnerved by him," Ominis frowned at the irony of being sorted into Slytherin and being scared of snakes.

"I think it's the Parseltongue that freaks a lot of people out, honestly," she said quietly.

Ominis could understand that. He'd encountered many people in his life who found the language eerie or downright evil. The association with dark wizards had tainted their perception of it, including Ominis' own. He'd considered it a curse rather than a gift for years, now.

"But you disagree?"

"I love being able to talk to them, they're such beautiful and misunderstood creatures. Most people would jump at the chance to speak to their favourite animal."

Ominis nodded, he couldn't fault her logic.

"I know from experience just how strong the prejudice can be," Ominis muttered.

"Me too," she whispered.

Ominis smiled at the feeling of kinship, as he had the overwhelming urge to hold out his hand for her, but resisted the temptation. Instead he picked up his fork and began to eat, his nervousness abated by the friendly conversation.

-

Over the next few weeks you spent most of your free hours with Ominis, making up for lost time. Caius was pleased to have another human to talk to, and you'd taken him to Ominis' dormitory on more than one occasion. You talked about everything, learning about his family and his favourite subjects, his taste in food and his strange but endearing friendship with Sebastian, who was at least friendly toward you now.

One evening when you had returned to your bed, you noticed something missing. Caius. He must have slithered down to the common room again. Sighing, you head out of the door and come face to face with the serpent hanging from a light fixture.

"How did you get up there?"

"Ominisss," he replied.

"And what were you doing with him?"

"He wanted me to tell you something."

"Oh?" you said with a smile, your curiosity piqued.

"He said he misses your beautiful voice," Caius hissed.

You let out a loud and entirely unexpected giggle, nervously turning to see if anyone had heard you. You blushed furiously at the words as you unhooked the snake from the light and carried him back towards the bedroom, letting him slither onto the mattress.

"I'm going to find him," you said giddily.

"Good luck."

You head out of the door once again with a new route in mind, crossing the halls to the boys' dormitories. Thankfully, girls were deemed trustworthy enough to allow access to the boys' rooms, which was an amusing insight into the founders' attitudes. You knocked on the door and heard a voice telling you to enter.

Ominis sat on his bed, already in his pyjamas. He looked relaxed but strange in the casual outfit, and you briefly swept your eyes over his elegantly slim frame leaning against his headboard.

"I got your message," you said, making your way to the side of his bed and perching on the edge of the mattress.

"Oh?" Ominis smiled.

"I missed your beautiful voice, too," you said, leaning in and kissing him.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x you #anon ask

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Replaced or not?

Part -1 Part-2 Part-3 Part-4 Part-5

For summary n details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey Me Characters x Mc!

"You cannot go!!" MAMMON screamed at you for the 20th time this morning.

You decided that you'll visit Lucien and try to negotiate with him or maybe find a way to remove the damned mark by find something in his house. But mammon don't understand shit and don't want you to go.

"Mammon shut up I'm going and no one here can stop me" you said as you dust your dress and headed downstairs.

"Mc i still think you should not go-"

"What you think is none of my damn businesses Lucifer stop interfering "

"I'm going"

"um....y/n can i....can i talk to you for a minute" run hai said in a squeaky high pitched voice.

"No"

" y/n that is not a way to talk to a fellow student" belphegor said seething with anger.

'oh right how dare i talk like that to their fucking toy' you thought to yourself.

".....okay"

Run hai grabbed your arm and took you to her room. Her room ws filled with bright jewels and skin products 'the brothers do spoil her a lot'.

"You bitch are you trying to take my place!! How dare you act like a whore and get a damn noble's eye on you and now you even made 2 pacts!!! Why the fuck are you interfering between me and the brothers!!"

'this bitch' you thought

"Look i don't have time for this i need to go to the damn noble house plus you should know that aren't they your dogs?" You said and got out of the room only to find the brothers in suit dressed up and ready to go.

"Run hai sweety! I have a dress laid out for you get dressed quick were going to Lucien's too" asmo said dressed in pink.

"what the hell why are y'all going?"

"well we need to discuss a-about my o-ocean Lucien w-wanted to buy it a-and i think it'll be good t-to g-get it o-over with" Levi said .

"ugh whatever, Satan you coming with me"

"i can go with you-"

"yes I'm coming"

__________________________

"Welcome darling- what the fuck are they here for!!!" Lucien said

"Hello Lucien we're here to discuss things" Satan said smirking.

"um hii! I've heard about you and this mansion looks great would you mind showing me around!?" Run hai said in a pitched voice

"Why is that pest here!!" Lucien said enraged .

"pffft-" 'oh shit not like i could've controlled it '

I looked up to see Lucien softly smiling watching me . Ahem no.

"why did you called me here"

"well why don't we go inside we can talk there" Lucien said grabbing my hand

As we went inside i noticed that he do surely live in a fucking mansion . We reached the dining hall much later than I expected. We finally sat around the table and Lucien sat me at the chair beside him .

"so tell me now why did you called me here"

"well i have a proposal for you darling"

"I'm listening"

"I'll give you anything you desire clothes , jewels , money, unlimited luxury, even 75% of my possessions and in return you'll only have to give me one thing..."

"......and what's that.."

"You"

[A/N]: *hides behind Thanos* okay i know i was gone for a bit (lot) but i was giving my exams . So sorry for making y'all wait .

Btw run hai is actually based on somebody in my life I'll tell y'all if ya wanna know.

If you want to be tagged then drop a comment, no ask or DM about being tagged will be taken.

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To add from my last post. (I'm so sorry it took so long:( I'm trying my best to get it to you guys as soon as possible)

Yandere obey me when MC goes to the past

I'm so sorry it took a while. It got deleted as my cousin was messing around and then it wouldn't save .

Warning! This fic contains: blood, yandere stuff, cannibalism and maybe dead dove no clue! But it has disturbing subjects matters

You have been warned

People say rose tinted glasses make red flags look like just normal flags... And now your wondering how many glasses you owed.

You never really thought about how the brothers habits we're.... Let's say a red flag parade.But now you wish you realized you need to disappear and put Houdini to Shame. At first it was nothing big. A few comments from Mammon. Nothing you couldn't handle.

"Hey! Don't be going out ! I'm your first you should be spending time with me!...be grateful that The great Mammon wants to spend time with ya!"

And

"Your just asking for any lower demon to just take ya! "

Then your stuff keept on going missing. It probably wasn't just that stupid, greedy demon who was doing so but he differently was in first place for it!

Then you noticed your few friends from RAD are gone... Like that really nice succubus you were friends with. She was so nice to you always there to help you with anything. You never saw again after you said you were hanging out with her to the brothers! You were the last person to see her alive. You had to hold her funeral. You could bearly keep it together at said funeral. You never cried so hard.

You still keep a picture of her and your friend group hidden in your room. You know dam well if the brothers find it.... You don't want to think about it..

Now you wish you never made that STUPID pact with him or any of them! You couldn't of even go outside without them trying to drag you back in!

Then you saw Mammon killing one of your few friends left... The way their blood dripping making a horrible wet sound as it hit the floor. The way you could see the blood drip out of his mouth! The way he had a stupid grin on his face! You saw the poor demons insides put on display.... The poor demon was still alive! And they looked so scared... You don't blame them...... The way their life was ended by one loud stomp! And you saw the blood splatter every in a certain distance. You threw up.. Like a large amount of throw up... It didn't help you saw that bastards hand grab something.... You don't want to know what. But you then... You heard a loud chomp. And him sallowing...... You saw the insides dangling out of his mouth.... The blood still dripping.. ...

It's been.... You don't even remember..... Since then...

"I'm sorry but you made me do it. Now you have a ugly scar on your once beautiful face... But I still love you!"

You still have have a scar from trying to escape amso....its not even that noticeable from far way but he won't let you live it down! You hate all of those 7 fuckers!

You tried everything! You even used your pacts.. You managed to get away for 2 weeks and back to the human realm before Lucifer found you... You don't even know how! You dyed your hair,changed your name! you changed everything... But you think the pact is way too strong of that....

You took away to many showers after you got brought back.. You still have nightmares about it but you rather die a horrible death then tell them that..you wish that you stayed dead!

So when you got brought back to the past you were actually happy... Because they don't even remember you!! Meaning no more yandere!! You gladly took that deal and ran with it..

However the brothers didn't take it so well.... You escaped their grasp and this time they have no way getting you back!

Lucifer

He is pissed. Not only did he lose his darling. That shady wizard bitch is getting to be all yours! His anger wasn't obvious at first glance due to his pride. But if you look closely you can see how he is inraged. His coal black wings were puffed out like an upset cat. Last time he was this angry he ended up with Satan. He looking for anything that can get you back. And once you do come back he's never letting you out of his sight again. If your able to walk after you go back it's a miracle. All though the Demonus companies are really thankful. They haven't seen so much profit in the start of its production! But at the same time he feels like a failure of an oldest brother. He isn't there for his baby siblings. He feels like a failure of his family. He's watching his siblings ruin themselves. He needs to be strong for them... But he just can't bare the pain of you no longer there. The pain of knowing dam well that you could be hurting and no one is there to wipe away your tears and to pick you up. Just like how you did with his family

Mammon

Oh boy... Where do I start? He is absolutely devastated! His Human, treasure his everything is gone and probably in danger! And you just want him to except that?! (Yes. Yes we do) if he can do anything he will! If Solomon comes back with a single scratch on your perfect body he is going to regret the day his mother had to give birth to him. Mammon is using EVERY connection he has to see if they can help. Before they knew you were in the past he was the first one out the door looking for you. And we all know he isn't going to make the same mistake again. I hope you enjoyed going to the bathroom alone. Because when you get back you NOT having that again. He also is picking up the slack because of Lucifer. Mammon is the second oldest and he CAN NOT deal with the image of his siblings in pain. He cares for them. So even if gets insulted, hit and hissed at by his brothers he doesn't care as long as they aren't upset as much.

Leviathan

He's not very happy. Is all I can really say? But because of his crippling self worth issues he's saying stuff like "of course they wouldn't want to be around a yucky otaku like me" and similar stuff.. It's a little depressive. But don't be fooled if you think he isn't lashing out at everything. He nearly damaged his figures in a fit of rage once. If that doesn't show how upset he is then what does? He is the general of hell's Navy so one wrong comment from a lower demon and their swimming with Lotan

Satan

Avatar of wrath so you can guess how he is dealing with this.. Not very fucking well. He has destroyed so much of the devildom it's common practice for demons to be jumping over creators just to go to school. His room is worse for wear. It looks like a war happened in there. He is reading every single book he can about this subject so he can get you back faster but every dead end only leads to a ruined building. However most of his wrath also steams from the fact he knows how he was back then. He's worried that he will hurt you. All though he harsh with punishments he isn't very found of the idea of you getting killed by his wrath

Asmo

Asmo isn't recognizable. At all. His hair is greasy from not showering or bathing for long times.. His eyes red and puffy for crying his eyes out, lips cracked from not drinking water. He spends most of his time sleeping. He didn't get how belphi could sleep all the time but now he does. All mirrors are broken in the house. He couldn't stand seeing himself in the mirror. Not only are you gone ( he thinks your scared without them and crying without them to which your definitely not. You celebrated the second you were free) but so is Solomon! And no one other then him is there for you! That Shady sorcerer.. What if you get a scar! What if you don't drink water? (The call is coming from inside the house I swear-) what if a stupid lust demon tries to take you?! Their scent on you definitely is gone by now! He has his good days though! If he realized that you could be back soon he has to look the best! So he washed his hair and everything else, did a face mask his daily routine and put a lot of chap stick on. Just in case you're back at that day! It usually lasts for a week until he gets upset.

Beelzebub

Beel is trying to keep his family together. He's trying his very best. But he just can't always do so. He's the protector of this family. He always has been but he doesn't feel like he should anymore.. After all not only did he failed to protect Lilith. He couldn't even protect you! He I'd having nightmares after nightmares about his failures of not protecting his family to the point belphegor often goes to his beloved twin's dreams to try to put a good dream in his mind. His appetite is all over the place! One day he eats everything like normal then the next day he can't actually eat anything. It worries his other siblings. Another thing is he keeps food for you just in case you're back. He has no clue if your eating correctly! Your way from the people who protect you. Your probably so scared! (Your really not-) so he keeps food he just in case for you. No one is allowed to throw it away though... So when or IF you come back ignore the moldy rotten food. You know during the early lessons while belphi was in the attic? It's like that. Demons are pact animals pretty much and beel is the biggest family man know to man. So he was destroyed and don't get me started how he feels thinking that if he was just there with you, you would be safe and there with them. You know when you called for Beelzebub in the past because of the apples he felt that but not 100% . He felt you call for him to help you. He didn't know if he actually did in the past. He has no clue if you got hurt because HE wasn't there for you. He wasn't there to pick you up and save you

Belphegor

He is PISSED to say the least. Not only did you get out if their grasp there's no guarantee that your coming back let alone safe! The one day they let you lock yourself in your room and didn't join you is the time you were taken away by someone. That is NEVER happing again. Hope you enjoyed having a door because that is coming straight off. His sleep schedule is so off wack. One day he sleeps for 23 hours and only getting up because Beel is making him eat. Beel be dammed if he loses another loved one. But the next 3 days he isn't sleeping. He is only sleeping when beel put sleeping pills in his food. Belphi is now never leaving Beel's side. Not like Beel was letting him leave longer than 30 minutes. Belphi isn't very found of the idea that your in the past for MANY reasons but one main one is because the simple fact. You went to the past where Lilith's death was fresh. His hate for humans were so strong. He already killed you once he doesn't want to lose you again.

While all this is happening your living the life that the brothers ripped away from you. So when your looking for books about Nightbringer and when Mammon freaks out... All you get are flashbacks. You feel the pain of the brothers keeping your away from everything and everyone. The pain of knowing if you left the family alone you wouldn't of been hurting... You wouldn't of had to buried your friends bodies... You wouldn't of had to cry at a locked door begging to be let out. Only for an hour in the human realm... You missed your family... All that comes back and you can't hold it anymore. You sob your eyes out. Your crying on the floor as everyone fights... Because you know if you stay any longer it will happen again.. "To hell to this family! FUCK THIS FAMILY! LET THEM DEAL WITH THEIR OWN SHIT!" Is what your mind is yelling at you as you hold your arm. This family will be the death of you... Not like they will let you die...

#obey me scenarios #obey me nightbtinger yandere #Fallens_tree of writing #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me yandere #yandere #their crazy as hell #poor mc #mc obey me #why am i like this #Lucifer obey me #obey me mammon #mammon my love #obey me leviathan #satan obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #do you think Lilith would be happy with her brothers? #i don't think so #lilith smite your brothers please #Mc needs it

[yoonlattesworld]

Hi:)

I love your writings 💞

Can you do a very shy reader interrupting yoongi's vlive?

Shy and innocent-MYG

Idol yoongi x shy reader

Synopsis: he wanted to hide you from the harsh world filled of envy and hatred. But soon he realized that it was time to face the world together. So why not start with a live filled with millions of people?

Genre: soft fluff, teeny tiny angst

Warnings: none but my cutie patootie shy mc and her cutie patootie loving boyfie.

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Yoongi masterlist

A/n: hello my lovie I'm so sorry it took so long but i hope you like it! And thank you very much 💖

Author's pov

You sighed for the nth time as you tossed on yoongi's side of bed hoping his scent would help you sleep but although it gave you a sense of comfort, the sweet slumber never came.

You were slowly starting to feel annoyed because half an hour ago you were feeling so sleepy you almost fell asleep on the dining table so yoongi told you to take a nap which you were very much looking forward to. But the moment you laid on the bed, all the sleepiness disappeared and you were suddenly wide awake.

You assumed you'd pass out the moment your head hit the pillow because of how many you woke up last time. Maybe you knew what would help you sleep but you didn't have the heart to disturb him.

Although he has told you many times before that you never have to hesitate to enter his studio if you need him for anything. He reminds you many times that you can freely call him and he would leave everything pending just to hold you if you want. But even after dating for almost a year, the shyness in your voice while asking for something never disappeared.

You've been shy ever since you can remember. Hell you'd even think twice before asking something from your parents because you didn't want to bother them. That's the reason you've been laying on the bed wide awake since almost 45 minutes because you were too shy to ask him to come and hold you. Sometimes it became very frustrating to overthink every possible scenario before asking for something.

You have no idea how can yoongi be so patient with you when you'd beat around the bush half the time before finally saying what you wanted to. But yoongi has no problem with it. He has made it clear many times that he finds your shyness endearing. He thinks your eyes resemble of an innocent puppy's.

Kicking your legs in frustration you pouted as you yanked the blanket off of your body, suddenly feeling a little too warm. Should you go to his studio? What of he's working? What if he gets mad at you for disturbing him? No he wouldn't get mad right? It didn't help that you were feeling sick since yesterday. You'd get extra clingy whenever you were sick.

Flopping back on the bed you whined quietly.

~▪︎~

Yoongi leaned back on his chair with a small sigh when his eyes caught another 'yoongi marry me comment' he hid a smile behind his hand as he thought of how many marriage proposals he had gotten in the last year. Leaning forward, he squinted his eyes to read the comments which were flowing a little too fast "i can't read the comments when they're going so fast" he rasped, his voice deep and the small chuckle leaving his lips even deeper as he saw a few more marriage proposals.

'I already have someone i want to marry' he thought to himself as he talked about random things to entertain the millions of armies watching. Sometimes he wondered if his and the other member's lives were boring or not. But hell millions of people watched jungkook Wash dishes so he assumed talking and replying to comments won't bore anyone.

"Yoongi oppa what do you like in a girl?" He mumbled before humming deeply as your smiling face popped in his mind. "I don't know maybe i like a simple girl who shares my interest in music?" He questioned 'i like the innocent shyness in a certain girl'

He smiled fondly as the image of you shyly kissing him goodbye before he went to work, came in his mind. He almost started talking about you when an army commented "do you like shy girls, or bold girls?" And this wasn't the first time it happened.

There's been many times when he has almost started rambling about you,his hidden girlfriend. Sometimes he wants to hide you in his arms, and keep you to himself so you wouldn't have to get hurt from the harsh world. But there are times when he wants to show you off to the whole world. Show that you're the only girl he loves. Of course armies are a very precious part of his life. But he wants to show everyone that no rumored female idol or actress can take your place.

He knows that the countless articles about him rumoured with an idol bothers you but you've never once questioned him. He knows that you have your full trust In him but he also knows that you try to hide your sadness in front of him when your eyes catch another useless article. He knows that you want to be able to go outside freely without any fear of someone seeing you both. He wants nothing more than that either. But he also knows the dark side of this world which is filled with envy no hatred. He knows what the feeling of getting constant hate can do. He has experienced it and he never ever wants you to experience the same thing.

Hell he's willing to carry all the hate on himself alone just so it wouldn't reach you. That's why even after being together for almost a year, he's still not ready to reveal you to the harsh world. He's aware that the true armies will love and accept you for who you are. But still he can't help but worry-

"yoongi?" his eyes snapped up towards the door when the softest whisper reached his ears. He momentarily forgot about the curious fans watching him when his eyes took you in.

It felt like he fell in love with you all over again.

You looked like an angel, peeking from the door, just wearing one of his oversized white hoodie. It was big on him so obviously it was huge on you. Your pretty long hair seemed a little messed up and he assumed you had been tossing around on the bed. You smiled shyly which lifted his lips in his own soft smile.

Looks like you both hadn't realised that he was still live and the comment section was flooding.

Bts.love: why are you smiling?

Purple/girl: what is he looking at?

Bangtanlove: someone is there with him

"hi" you whispered giving him a little wave to which he extended his hand towards you, mumbling "hey doll, what's wrong" you shaked your head and pushed some hair out of your face as you stopped forward and took his hand, allowing him to pull you towards himself.

Again the comments went crazy

Meow: who is doll??

Certainarmygirl: OMG HE'S HOLDING SOME ONE'S HAND

Kookiegirl: yoongi?!?

"nothing's wrong I just missed you" you said shyly as you stepped in between his legs. His hands found their place on your soft bare thighs and he gave them a soft squeeze, completely unaware that people could see you. Well not your face because you were standing but it didn't take long to understand that a girl was standing In between their beloved idol, yoongi's legs, wearing yoongi's hoodie and playing with yoongi's hair while said yoongi looked up at you like you held the world in your arms. Again completely unaware that millions of people were going crazy at the moment.

Yoongi'swife: h-he has a girlfriend

Yoongimarryme: goodbye time to leave and become a saint

"I missed you too babygirl" he rasped taking your hand and pressing soft kisses on the tips of your fingers causing you to giggle softly when something moving on the laptop caught your eye. The said something moving being the comment section. Your eyes widened as you realised that the live was on and people could see him holding you "oh my god" you gasped taking your hand away from his hold and stumbling back until you were out of the view.

Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes as you pressed a hand over your mouth and pointed at the open laptop "wha-" oh. Yoongi blinked at the laptop realising that he was now looking at not 5 million but 13 million people. How in the world did it get to that point in 5 minutes??

"what do we do now?" you whisper yelled, watching yoongi sighing and burying his face in his hands for a second but taking a deep breath and looking the laptop again. While you were freaking out thinking of every possible outcome, yoongi was as calm as ever. "well" he cleared his throat before looking at you with a low chuckle "come here doll"

Your eyes widened even more than before. He must be kidding right? You shook your head rapidly only for him to raise an eyebrow "come here. Everything will be fine" he mouthed, his eyes determined and full of love. You hesitated for a moment before taking a small step ahead until you were yoongi's reach and he pulled you on his lap.

"oh god" you whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head "army" he smiled "meet my girlfriend"

You were almost shocked at fast the comment section exploded. Almost because right now you were shocked because yoongi suddenly announced that he is in a relationship. Looking up at him he mumbled something about not being able to read the comments and you whispered "I'm sorry I didn't knew you were live"

Looking at you with a soft smile he mumbled "it's okay doll. I wanted to do this since a while. You gave me another reason to" you smiled slightly as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your lips "now answer the questions angel. It seems like they're now here for you" he chuckled as you smiled nervously seeing all the questions flooding in.

"isn't she lovely?" yoongi grinned as you shyly waved at the camera "hi I'm an army like you all too" you smiled "it's nice to meet you, my name is y/n"

Sugagirl: you're so pretty!

Btsarmy: yoongi how can you do this to us?! 😭

Certaincat: at least I can get a partner now that he's not single

Of course there were a few questionable comments too but yoongi didn't give you a chance to see them.

Yoongi sighed, leaning back against his chair and watching as you continued chatting with the fans as if you all were life long friends. Well now no one wants to see him I guess.

Kissing the back of your head he rested his hand on your bare thigh, as he whispered "I love you doll" you looked at him for a second as you smiled softly "I love you too"

Thank god weverse didn't have an option of sending voice recording because somehow, people were squealing in the comments so what would happen if there was a recorder?

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[svnflower-writes]

Hey, if you are up to it can you write something with Nikolai Lantsov, where the main character is his first army general. and Maybe in a battle the mc got hurt very badly, And Nikolai is fully heart broken and panicked But still trying to play it cool so no one would realise he has feelings for her. So he goes to meet her late at night in her tent, just to check in, and you know make it a little hurt comfort fluff, or maybe add some angst, Up to you. I just need inspiration for a new before bed scenario/daydream

Nikolai Lantsov x fem!first army general!reader

Warnings: blood, injuries

thanks for the request!!

ok wait i’ve never written for the grishaverse so this may be terrible but we’ll see (also i wasn’t sure if you wanted him to be with the mc already or not but i made it an established relationship i hope that's okay xx) (I actually kind of hate this one ngl not my best work i'm so sorry but i hope its okay)

y/n isn’t used because i know a lot of people don’t like it, she/her pronouns used for reader

hurt/comfort + reader uses humour as a crutch A LOT + nikolai is very scared of being a disappointment :( 

Many of Nikolai’s army generals have been hurt, and it always upsets him. But right now? It’s taking every ounce of self control not to go find you and hold you in his arms—but that would be weird on many different levels, partly because no one in the first army—or the world, at that—knew anything about what was going on between the two of you. It was only the early stages of your relationship, you’d been officially dating for a month. Although Nikolai wanted to tell people, you did not out of fear that your fellow members of the first army would see you differently—and Nikolai was a respectful man, he would never push you into anything you weren’t ready for.

So, when he heard the news that you were hurt, he had only just managed to keep himself from asking an obscene amount of questions as to where you were and how long ago the injuries had taken place, keeping it to a simple: “please make sure she gets her injuries treated to as soon as possible.” 

Two hours after he had received the news, he sat in his tent, trying his hardest to get at least a little bit of sleep but failing miserably as he kept tossing and turning wondering if you were okay. He almost felt stupid, being so worried about you (he knew you were strong and you would get through this perfectly, and he had complete faith in you) but he really couldn’t help it. After another half an hour, he realised that he wasn’t going to get any sleep unless he knew you were okay. So, in the earliest hours of the morning, before the sun had even begun to bathe the army camp in warm light, he pulled himself out of bed. He hurriedly got changed and began his walk to your tent. 

He arrived at your tent and quietly asked, “it’s Nikolai, can I come in?”

There was a short moment of silence before you responded, “yeah, of course. Was wondering when you’d show up.”

Once he was inside the tent, he looked around. His eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you alive and well, and a small smile graced his lips. “I’m kind of surprised you’re still up, darling. You should be sleeping so that you heal faster.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “and yet, here you are. In my tent, keeping me awake.”

He grinned slightly, “just had to make sure you were okay.”

“Hmm, so you do this for every general who gets hurt? That must take you a lot of time—very thoughtful of you.” your teasing smirk made his heart leap slightly.

“Well, you are very hurt, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, speaking of me being very hurt, could you pass me that fresh bandage? And the tray next to it?”

He instantly grabbed the bandage and tray, “are you okay?” 

You nodded quickly, “yeah, some of the stitches broke just before you came in—I don’t want to wake up anyone so I figured I’d just do it myself.” 

Nikolai frowned, “absolutely not.”

You sighed, “you’re not letting me fix the stitches? Do you want me to bleed out?”

“I just don’t want you to have to do it yourself, you deserve to have someone tending to your wounds.”

You scoffed lightly, a playful grin painting your features. “So are you going to tend to my wounds, your highness?” 

“Yes.” 

You blinked quickly, doing a double take. “What?” 

He smirked, “I said yes.” 

“I thought you’d just get someone-”

“Absolutely not.” he repeated his earlier words, “I’m going to help my girlfriend heal as soon as you possibly can, and I will do whatever I can to help you.”

As he took care of your stitches, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence until he spoke up. 

“I was terrified when I heard that you were hurt.” 

You watched his face carefully as he continued to speak. 

“Couldn’t even sleep, I was so worried.” 

You gently took his hand in yours, pressing a soft kiss to it before laughing gently, “well, if you think you were scared, imagine how I must have felt.” 

Nikolai didn’t laugh with you, “that’s exactly what I was thinking. You were hurt and I wasn’t there for you when you got hurt and I should have been there and–” 

You shut him up with a quick kiss, “no, don’t say that. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. You couldn’t have known.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now focus on making sure I don’t bleed out, and then we can cuddle.”

#luc posts #luc writes #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai lantsov x fem!reader #grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #request #i actually hate this one ahhhh im so sorry #hurt/comfort

[gilded-garnet]

Not Just Friends

Word count: ~2.2K ish (fluff 💚)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Summary: Gareth wants to ask MC to the ball, so he asks her close friend Sebastian if she's already going with anyone. Sebastian informs him that they're already going together. There's just one problem: they aren't.

Otherwise summarised as: Sebastian is a dummy when it comes to his feelings. Ominis should start charging him for advice.

"Psst, Sallow."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the red-headed Gryffindor. Gareth had been inching closer throughout potions and was now leaning towards him, an earnest expression on his face.

"Weasley," Sebastian stated, reaching for a jar of billywigs.

"I need to ask you something, mate."

"Ok?"

Gareth furtively cast his eyes around the room, as if checking to see if anyone was actively listening in. Sebastian wondered if Gareth was even capable of subtlety.

Gareth leaned even closer to his ear, speaking in an exagerated whisper. "So, you and MC are close, right?"

Sebastian couldn't help but feel suspicious. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I've been thinking of asking her to that upcoming dance, but I don't want to completely embarass myself if she's already going with someone else. Do you know if she's already spoken for?"

Sebastian's hand froze on his jar of billywigs. An uncomfortable, burning feeling pooling in his stomach. He'd never had a problem with Gareth before - other than thinking him a bit dim - but suddenly the idea of cracking the jar in his hand against his head seemed all too appealing. His mouth was moving before he could stop it.

"We're actually going together, sorry," he replied, shocked at how level and assured his own voice sounded. What had possessed him to say that?!

Gareth's expression showed surprise before turning to disappointment. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you two were...like that. Just - just pretend I never said anything!" With that, he withdrew to his own station, leaving Sebastian to his thoughts.

What had he been thinking? You weren't, Sebastian, that's the issue, said a voice in his head that sounded a bit too much like Ominis for comfort. But really, he had no right to say such a thing. They weren't going together and they certainly weren't, as Gareth had put it, 'like that'.

He spent the rest of the class turning the event over and over again in his mind. As class concluded, Sharp gave him a withering look before vanishing the contents of his cauldron away. "Not your finest work, Mr. Sallow. I expect a perfectly brewed potion on my desk by Friday. Dismissed."

Sebastian barely heard him.

----

"Ominis, I messed up."

Later that day, Sebastian found himself sprawled across his bed, hands behind his head as he stared hopelessly up at the drapes.

"Sebastian, at this point, I would be more surprised if you'd told me you hadn't," his friend replied in his usual drawl.

Sebastian huffed, hurling one of his pillows across the room at him. Ominis deftly caught it before it could hit him in the face, though Sebastian had made sure to make plenty of noise so that he knew what was coming.

"Fine, what is it this time?" Ominis sighed, swinging his legs over the side of his bed and crossing his arms and legs in a perfect show of patient expectation.

"I...I may have told Gareth that MC and I were going to the ball together."

Ominis paused, eyebrows furrowing. "And are you?"

Sebastian swung his own legs over the side of his bed to face his friend. "No, that's the issue! I don't know what came over me, it was completely daft." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

Ominis sighed and rolled his eyes, adopting the kind of voice one would use when conversing with a small child. "Are you absolutely sure you don't know why you did it, Sebastian?"

Sebastian's hands paused in his hair. "No, why would I? We're not...together."

"Yes, but maybe you wish that wasn't the case?"

Sebastian felt his breath hitch slightly, and his heart fluttered weakly. Did he? He and MC had been close friends for over a year and a half now. She had witnessed the very worst parts of him and somehow, somehow, she had remained by his side. In fact, Ominis had informed him in no uncertain terms that she was the reason he was still a free man.

He owed her everything, but Sebastian knew that if he was honest with himself, what he felt for her was much more than simply gratitude. From the moment she'd knocked him on his arse in Defence Against the Dark Arts, she'd taken his breath away.

Ominis smiled to himself, taking Sebastian's silence as confirmation. He stood, brushing himself down before collecting his wand and heading for the door.

"You know, for someone so clever, you really are the biggest idiot I've ever met," he said, before closing the door behind him and leaving Sebastian alone.

-----

Sebastian spent the following morning trying to summon up the courage to ask MC to the dance for real. But every time she so much as looked at him, the words he had rehearsed simply drifted away like smoke. Finally, at breakfast whilst seated across from her - and spurred on by an encouraging nudge from Ominis - he opened his mouth to finally speak.

Or, at least he would have, if Natty hadn't interrupted. She bounded up to them where they sat at the Slytherin table, placing her hands on MC's shoulders and causing her to jump slightly.

"Congratulations, MC! I heard the news from Gareth," Natty said, delighted.

Sebastian could have sworn his heart stopped. He even felt Ominis stiffen beside him. Oh no...

MC looked back at Natty with surprise. "Oh? What news are we celebrating?" She asked with amused confusion.

Sebastian felt sweat forming on the back of his neck. He considered staging some sort of incident to prevent the scene unfolding in front of him, but his mind was sluggish and he was too slow to act.

Natty bent down to hug her friend, her voice light. "Why, that you and Sebastian decided to finally make it official. I must say, it took you both long enough!" Natty shot Sebastian a wink, evidently failing to notice the panic in his eyes.

MC's eyebrows shot upwards and her cheeks tinged pink. "What?! What did Gareth tell you?"

Natty's brow furrowed, confused at her friend's reaction. "That Sebastian had told him that you two were attending the ball together."

It just kept getting worse. He resisted the urge to loosen his tie, which felt like it was tightening around his throat by the second. He had never wanted the ground to swallow him up so badly.

MC looked over at him, and he imagined the torment must have been clear to see on his face. The look she fixed him with was icy; Merlin, he was in deep trouble. Sebastian braced himself for the inevitable.

Instead, MC turned to face Natty, plastering a very convincing smile onto her face. "Thank you, Natty. I was just surprised that word had spread so quickly!"

Sebastian had to actively stop his mouth from falling open. Why was she covering for him? She had every right to completely humiliate him. He cast a sideways glance at Ominis, who was frowning slightly, no doubt as confused as he was.

Once they had traded a few more pleasantries, Natty addressed him. "You better treat her well, Sebastian, or you'll have me to answer to," and though her words were teasing, he could only manage a stiff nod in response.

MC turned back to finish her breakfast as Natty went on her way. She didn't even look up at him when she spoke, voice even, as if discussing the weather. Somehow, Sebastian found that more chilling than if she'd screamed at him. "Sallow, I'd like a word with you in the Undercroft after breakfast."

Sallow... as he'd thought, she was furious.

-----

Sebastian trailed wordlessly behind her, dreading the coming confrontation. She had a vicious temper and a sharp tongue, one that rivalled his own, but she was much too conscientious to abmonish him in public, he'd concluded. No, he'd get an earful once they reached their destination, and unlike their other confrontations, this time he knew that he was fully in the wrong.

She strode through the metal entrance before turning on her heel to glare at him, arms crossed. "Care to explain?"

He held his hands up in a placating gesture. "In my defence, I never said we were together. Gareth assumed that for himself." It was poor taste to needle her, but he couldn't help himself.

"Well, you clearly didn't correct him!" She shouted. "Seriously, Sebastian, what in Merlin's name were you thinking?"

He floundered for a moment, helpless. He didn't often find himself at a loss for words, but in this instance, no answer felt like the right one.

"I...I don't know," he said, unable to quite hold her heated gaze.

She narrowed her eyes, unimpressed. "You don't know?"

Sebastian weighed up his options. Dozens of potential reactions to the truth ran through his head, all of them negative. What if she laughed in his face, or called him ridiculous? He imagined her face twisting in disgust, and it very nearly made him turn and bolt out the room.

Unfortunately, it was as if she could read his mind, and he wondered if he had always been so transparent or if it was a skill that only she seemed to possess. She huffed, tapping her foot on the stone impatiently. "Sebastian, I know what you're doing. Stop trying to think of a way out of this and just tell me the truth."

He swallowed, hard. Here goes nothing. "Gareth asked me if you were going with anyone to the ball, as he wanted to ask you, and I...I said we were already going together..." Sebastian said, keeping his voice even and digging his nails into his palms to ground himself.

She raised an expectatant eyebrow. "Yes, but why?"

He took a deep breath, already attempting to shield his heart against her inevitable scorn. "The thought of you going to the ball with Gareth...I couldn't bear it. The very idea made me livid. I shouldn't have spoken for you, I'm sorry."

Her eyebrows creased, confused. "Why were you so angry about the idea of Gareth..."

He cut her off before she could finish. "It's not about Gareth. It could have been anyone. I..." He paused to swallow again, his mouth suddenly dry. "I couldn't bear it, because I wanted it to be me."

There. It was out in the open, that sad, needy, desperate part of himself. Her eyes widened, in realisation, not horror, he was infinitely relieved to acknowledge. She didn't speak for a moment, digesting the significance of what had gone unsaid in his confession.

Finally, she shifted on her feet, eyes downcast so he couldn't read her expression. "Well, are you going to ask me, then?" She asked, suddenly sounding sheepish.

Sebastian froze, shocked. Surely he had misheard her. "What?" He asked, stupidly.

She huffed in embarassment, cheeks reddening like they had at breakfast. "Oh, forget it, you're hopeless!" She went to march past him, but he reached out instinctively to grab her arm, stopping her.

"I - I'm sorry, I was just surprised," Sebastian stammered, not letting go of her in case she might attempt to flee. She refused to look at him. Time to be brave, he told himself, or he'd most certainly regret it.

Slowly, and giving her plenty of time to pull away, he slid his hand down her forearm to take her hand gently in his. She looked up at him shly through her lashes, and he felt his heart gather pace again. He steeled himself.

"MC, would you do me the honour of accompanying me to the ball?" He asked, trying to convey what he felt for her with his eyes.

She looked up at him fully, and somehow her cheeks seemed to redden further, the flush spreading delightfully down her neck.

"Not just as friends, right?" She asked, sounding uncertain, and he found that her nerves only stoked his confidence. It showed that she felt at least somewhat the same as he did, and he would take whatever she gave him. He lifted their joined hands between them to brush his lips gently against her knuckles, unable to hold back a grin when he heard her breath catch slightly.

"However you want. I just want to be by your side," he said, and he meant every word.

"I don't think I want to go as friends," she replied, and something in her expression shifted, her eyes drawing him in.

"Me neither," he replied, voice barely above a whisper. It was as if he'd lost control of his body as they stepped towards each other, like planets caught helplessly in each other's orbit.

Before he had time to consider what was happening, she was pressed against his chest, eyes fluttering closed, and he was bending his head down to capture her lips with his, and - Merlin, it was absolutely incredible.

Her lips were warm and soft as they moved against his, and he felt her loop her arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer, whilst his own hands grasped her hips tightly. It felt more than good, it felt right.

His stomach flipped in delight when he felt and heard her sigh contentedly against his mouth, and a primal part of him speculated on what other sounds he could draw from her lips. He had to take a small step back from her so she wouldn't realise just how much he was enjoying himself.

They finally broke the kiss to get some air, breathing heavily. Still caught helplessly in her gravitational pull, he leant down to rest his forehead gently against hers.

"So, will you go with me?" He asked.

She scoffed, removing her forehead from his to regard him incredulously. "What part of what we just did seemed like a no to you?"

He let out a huff of laughter. "Indeed, but I wanted to make absolutely sure that I am not dreaming, or that Ominis hadn't put you up to some elaborate prank."

She smiled softly, bringing her hands up to gently caress his cheeks. "Yes, Sebastian, I'll go with you - and absolutely not as friends."

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastiansallow

[blueraineshadows]

i've been scrolling through your page and it's just 😫

anyway, could i request a sebastian sallow smut were reader is absolutely stressed out by studying for N.E.W.T.s (earlier than everyone else and also harder - bc she doesn't want to stay behind) and she's just snapping at everyone and spends most of her time studying on her Room of Requirement. after a particularly aggressive (or rude) answer she gave to sebastian earlier, he decides to release her stress by eating her out, leading to more heated things as he wanted to wear her off >:)

if you take this request thank you <3 and if you don't it's okay!! bye <3

Thank you so much for the request! I am so sorry that it has taken me a while to put an answer together for you. I hope that this is okay 💜🙏

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 🔥❤️‍🔥 NSFW 🔞

The library was quiet and Sebastian was engrossed in the book he was poring over, head bent, his hand poised over his notes parchment, quill in hand. Beside him sat Ominis, his wand held over his book as it translated the words for him. Sebastian lifted his head distractedly at his friend's sigh, thinking perhaps he was struggling with something, ready to assist.

"Everything alright?" He asked.

Ominis twisted his mouth a little, his brow furrowed. "Have you done something to upset MC?"

Sebastian frowned. "No," he replied. He tilted his head, thinking for a moment and put his quill down. "At least, I don't think I have. Why do you ask?"

"She has been in the most terrible mood lately, snapping and being rather rude if I'm being honest," Ominis grumbled. "She was most unsavoury at breakfast this morning."

Sebastian nodded. "Hmm, yes she has been a bit snippy, and hiding out too. I made the mistake of suggesting it was her time of the month and, well, let's just say I was lucky to escape her wrath with my head still attached."

Ominis snickered. "Oh, Sebastian, you should know better than to say such a thing to a young lady, especially one you have a habit of sharing a bed with."

Sebastian smirked and then nudged Ominis with his elbow. "Shh, she's coming," he whispered. He snatched up his quill as MC crossed the library towards them, offering up a smile to her as she dropped her books onto the table in front of them. Her smile flashed across her lips and then disappeared just as quickly.

"Good afternoon, MC," Ominis said carefully.

"Hello," she said. She sighed and pulled out a chair, sitting down and opening her books. "What are you studying?"

Sebastian shifted in his seat, eyeing MC. Had he said or done something to upset her? He took in the haphazard way she had pinned her hair up today, the shadows under eyes and the paleness in her cheeks. He knew her well enough to understand her troubles with sleep, something he struggled with himself. Maybe she was just tired?

"Arithmancy," he said. He grimaced. "Welcome to the party, it's great fun."

She huffed a short laugh through her nose and leaned over to take a look at what he had written on his parchment. "It doesn't matter how long I stare at the numbers, they still seem to mock me. I feel like I am in a constant battle with my brain to keep up with everyone else. Trolls, poachers, even the odd dark wizard, would be more preferable to take on rather than these awful NEWT exams."

"Are you feeling a tad stressed, MC?" Ominis asked with concern. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Her shoulders slumped and soft smile lifted her lips. "That's very sweet of you, Ominis," she said. "It is all a bit overwhelming, isn't it?"

Sebastian watched their exchange, his eyes drawn to the subtle flick of her tongue over her bottom lip, and he felt a stirring in his pants. She had such a pretty mouth, especially when she smiled. His lips twitched into a playful smirk. "I know a few good stress relieving techniques, if you're interested," he murmured suggestively.

Her eyes widened a fraction as they swung towards him, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. A sharp kick was delivered to his shin as Ominis clicked his tongue in irritation beside him. "For goodness sake," Ominis muttered.

Sebastian's smirked widened until he saw the frown on MC's face. Then it faltered.

"Ominis is right!" She huffed. "Here I am, worried about my exams and my future after Hogwarts, and all you can think about is what is going on inside your pants!"

His lips parted in surprise, eyebrows lifting. "I was only messing..."

"Well don't!" She snapped. She stood and slapped her books shut, gathering them up before giving him a glare. "I apologise, Ominis, but I shall see you later. I've decided to study elsewhere this afternoon."

Sebastian watched her retreating back in surprise and a sinking sensation in his stomach. Maybe he really had done something wrong. Or, maybe she was beginning to think that her future didn't feature him in it? That thought made him feel rather cold.

"Wow, you're right, Ominis," he said. He dropped his quill back down and ran his hand through his hair. "She really isn't happy, is she?"

"I'm sure it's just stress," Ominis said. He tilted his head and put a tentative hand on Sebastian's forearm, his fingers seeking him out across the table. "Perhaps less of the smutty talk, and more chat about how you can help her. I know you care deeply for her, Sebastian. Maybe she needs you to show it."

Sebastian sighed and patted Ominis on the hand. "Let's hope she will be willing to let me."

....*....

Feeling rather wretched and sad despite her long bath, MC wandered the corridors of the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower trying to self soothe her nerves. The delicate strains of the enchanted instruments filtered across the space and she felt a pang of sadness. It was a familiar and comforting sound and she was going to miss it.

To think that her time here at Hogwarts was drawing to a close was making the impending exams even more stressful, and she had always felt like she was one step behind everyone else, she had so much more to prove despite all she had achieved so far. To make matters worse, she was snapping and being so awful to the people that she cared so much about.

She winced at the memory of Sebastian's crestfallen face as she had stormed out of the library this afternoon. She had been rather mean to Ominis this morning as well. She adored her two Slytherin boys, couldn't imagine being without either of them, but her heart was Sebastian's. That boy had duelled his way into her life, stole her heart and sanity, and she had been shutting him out.

Feeling regretful, but so tense still, MC found herself outside the Undercroft entrance. Maybe Sebastian would be down there.

As she arrived at the metal gate, she could see him on the far side, scribbling away on a chalkboard by the light of candles balanced on the storage crates nearby. Her lips lifted in a fond smile at the open book in his other hand. He always had a book open around him somewhere. It was one of the things she loved about him.

Sebastian turned at the sound of the gate opening and he immediately closed the book and put down his chalk. He rubbed his hand against his hip and took a few steps towards her, his smile hesitant, his gaze uncertain.

Tears stung her eyes and she held her arms up towards him. Instantly, he was across the room and scooping her up into a warm embrace, her feet leaving the floor as he squeezed her against his chest. "I'm sorry," he mumbled into her hair.

"No, I'm sorry," she said. She leant back to look at his face, her hands cupping his gorgeous freckled cheeks. "I've been terrible, I know I have. I'm just so scared and nervous about exams and what comes next. I shouldn't take it out on those I love."

His eyebrow quirked. "So, you do still love me, then?"

She bent her head and pressed her nose to his. "Forever."

His beautiful brown eyes burned into hers, so close to her own that she felt the heat from his gaze all the way down to her toes, that were still dangling mid air where he held her.

"Don't worry about what comes after Hogwarts," he said softly. "Whatever it is, we are doing it together, alright? Me and you. I love you, even when you are biting my head off."

She grinned and swiped her thumb over his lower lip. "Maybe I just liking keeping you on your toes," she whispered.

He smirked. "That you do."

She pressed a kiss to those soft lips of his, her eyes fluttering closed at the warm response he gave her, his grip on her tightening as he lowered her feet back to the floor. Her lips parted as her head tilted back and he took full advantage, his tongue swirling slowly into her mouth, the caress of it smooth and delicious.

Kissing him was one of her favourite things, along with the way he held her with his hands, one of them sliding wantonly over her waist and hip as he kissed her thoroughly. He always woke the heat inside of her, a heat that lay dozing and ready for his lips and hands to come along and prod it into life.

When they came up for air she smiled against his mouth, pressing little kisses along his damp lips. "Now then, Sallow," she murmured. "What were those stress relieving techniques you mentioned earlier?"

His smirk was devilish. "Suddenly interested are we?"

She bit her lower lip. "I find myself in need of some release," she taunted.

Sebastian had her spread on the study table, robes and hair splayed out across the many parchments and books scattered across it, her skirt up around her waist and his mouth firmly on hers as his fingers delved through her slick folds.

MC moaned, her back arching as he swirled knowingly over her nub, sliding his fingers against her in ways that had her toes curling and his name whispered from her lips. He tugged her school tie free, tossing it over his shoulder as he opened her blouse, his mouth sucking and licking at her skin. She gripped his hair, her hips rolling as she chased the release that she was confident he would give her.

His hands grabbed at her hips, tugging her towards him, a little yelp leaving her as her hips slid to the table edge. Parchment scattered and she heard the thump of a book hitting the floor, but soon forgot about that as his mouth clamped on to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sucking forcefully until a glorious red bloom appeared there. His mouth moved higher, his hand gripping underneath her thigh as he spread her open for him.

His eyes blazed with hunger and he licked his lips before he dropped to his knees. MC gasped, pressing herself up into her elbows to look down at the ruffled mop of his brown hair between her thighs. "Sebastian...ooooohhhh!"

Her head fell back as the exclamation left her mouth, the delicious slide of his hot tongue gliding across her most sensitive parts sending fire and delight through her. He savoured her flesh with sinful sounding kisses, his tongue dancing erotically as she arched, her fingers delving into those brown locks and gripping on. As he licked and sucked, the pressure and the tease was sending her upwards in a spinning spiral. Her thighs began to tremble, her moans turning into cries as he worked harder, his fingers sliding into her to add that little bit extra to her pleasure.

It was a conflict of wanting to have him keep making her feel this way, against the complete and utter need to reach her limit. Her hips rocked, and he moaned against her heat, a gasp leaving her lips at the pleasant vibration of it. As the wave crested, MC clenched, her eyes squeezing shut as the tremor took her. Her arm flung out, scattering more of their study materials onto the stone floor of the Undercroft, as a low cry of release left her throat.

Sebastian stood, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before drawing her up into a sitting position, his arms encircling her tightly. His hands smoothed through her hair as he pressed kisses along her neck and whispered his love into her ears while she trembled. MC clung to him, burying her face against his familiar scent, satisfied and loving him all the more for it.

As her breathing slowed, her fingers toyed with his tie, loosening it a little so that she could press kisses to his throat. "How are your stress levels, then, Seb?" She teased.

He chuckled and grabbed her hand, guiding it down to where there was a rather promising bulge in his trousers. She hummed in approval, her gaze playful as she met his eyes and palmed him teasingly. He groaned, his hips rolling. "I could do with a little release myself as it goes," he said. He kissed her, slow, hungry.

MC responded, her fingers tugging at his fastenings and pushing his clothing aside to free his length, sliding her grip over it. Her leg shifted, hooking around him tighter and pulling him close. "I reckon this table is strong enough to take a decent amount of stress relief," she suggested.

His look was dark and dangerous as he slid the palm of his hand from her knee up her thigh, fingers gripping at her hip as he positioned himself against her. "Let's find out," he breathed. He entered her, stretching her out, their breaths mingling as they both moaned at the intrusion.

MC braced her hands on the table top as Sebastian began to thrust, pushing the table to it's absolute limit as he took her forcefully, chasing his own much needed release. His face was flushed, his hair mussed and his lips parted as he fucked, moans spilling from his mouth. MC could feel her own walls tightening around him, the sight and feel of him combining to build that fire within her again. As release hit her again, Sebastian let himself go too, the deep throb signalling the spill deep within her. She reached for him, holding his head against her chest as he gasped for breath, his face damp with sweat.

As they straightened their clothes, their eyes met with intimate glances and knowing smiles. MC grabbed his hand, her heart feeling full, and her shoulders definitely feeling much more relaxed. She lifted his hand to her mouth, pressing kisses along the back of it to his wrist. "I love you," she said.

He wrapped his arms about her waist and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you too," he said. He smoothed a hand up her back, cupping her neck and massaging gently. "Feeling better?"

She grinned and nodded. "Much better, thank you," she said. "You know, I think I might need a bit more of this stress relief, what with all these exams looming..."

"You only have to say the word, my love, and I will give you all the stress relief you need," he said. His mouth claimed hers in another delicious kiss that had her pondering the possibility of sneaking into his dorm room later that night.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #blueraineshadows #askblueraine

[arcanusarchieves-if]

Hiiii happy weekend!! Hope you are having a good one! 😇 oh and that writing isn't doing your head in.

But!!

How would the ROs react to MC getting them flowers randomly and when asked why they did, saying "i saw them and thought of you"

Also just btw I'm already gone when it comes to Caspian and Solaine... sooooo... 👀

Astoria blinks, staring down at the bouquet of flowers in front of her. Something uncertain flashes in her usually kind eyes as a few beats of awkward silence passes. Eventually though, a familiar warm smile spreads across her face. She looks at you fondly, gently taking the flowers with her delicate yet steady hands. "I'm flattered - truly. Although I feel bad that I don't have anything to give you in return...ah! I know, how about I take you out to {insert mealtime here}. There's this lovely little diner down by- well I'll just show you. Let me grab my coat real quick - and don't even think about grabbing your wallet/purse! It's my treat!"

Caspian simply raises a brow, grey eyes flickering with an odd mixture of amusement and confusion. Leaning forward ever so slightly, he plucks the flowers out of your hands with a smooth motion. He slowly brings them closer to his face, examining them with a small huff that sounded a bit too fond to be considered annoyed. "You thought of me when you saw these? Well, I guess I can't pretend to know what's going on in your head - even after all this time... *small snort*. Well, c'mon then. Let's find somewhere to put these...I think I might have a vase around here somewhere..."

Sharp violet eyes glance suspiciously at you before glancing back down to the bouquet in your arms. Solaine scowls slightly as they take in the sight seeming annoyed that you would even waste their time with something like this - still you catch something similar to uncertain longing flash in their gaze for the briefest of moments. Eventually, they let out a small scoff and looks away. "Reminded you of me? Unless they have any particular useful herbal properties, I don't see why giving them to me would even cross your mind. No - don't throw them out. That would just have made this a waste of both our times. Just - put them over on that shelf over there. I'm sure I'll find some use for them..."

Maeve shifts around in the spot she's standing in, seeming uncertain if she should be annoyed or flattered. She seems to decide on some awkward mixture of both - reaching out to grab the flowers in a quick and oddly aggressive movement. Surprisingly her touch seems gentle once she actually manages to get a grasp on the bouquet. She snorts a little as she stares down at it - a small flush spreading over her cheeks. "I don't see why these would remind you of me exactly. They seem much more up Jasp's or Goody-Two Shoes' alley...but...thanks, I guess. They're not exactly my style but - hey! I didn't say they were bad did I? Ugh. I'm sure Jasper has a place I can put these. Why are you just standing there? Are you coming or what?"

A deep flush slowly spreads over Jasper's face as his amber eyes stare down at the bundle of colors in your arms. He seems in disbelief for a few seconds, as if expecting you to suddenly declare it was some sort of joke, before reaching out with a gentle motion to take the flowers in his own hands. He examines them for a few moments before breaking out into a flustered and somewhat giddy grin. "These are so nice! You're so nice. Thank you so much. Erm, I don't know what I'm supposed to say haha... I don't have anything for...erm. Oh! What kind of flowers do you like? Maybe I can get them- or if you don't like flowers we can go somewhere. Together. Obviously. Let me just grab my wallet and put these in a vase and then we can go - if you want to that is. I feel like I'm rambling...am I rambling? Sorry. I'm just really happy - nobody's ever gotten me flowers before."

#Sorry it took so long! #I hope the fact that it's a bit longer makes up for the delay #I did have a good weekend though! #and I hope you did as well #ask #answered #reaction ask #scenario ask #ro: all #character: mc #arcanus archives #Arcanus

[uyuforu]

Hey uyu,

I've been working on Jungkook's FS chart for a long time right now and I got somethings to say but I also want you opinion about it since you are analysing jk's chart :

So I think she is a cancer dominant for sure this is something I think we all agree about

His spouse is going to be famous it's that leo fama in his BPC and his 7th house Lord is in his 10th house and in his natal chart fama conjunct briede in his 7th house so I think that's clear enough

She is a Gemini Venus hands down , Gemini venus is in his BPC and in his DC chart and I always got the vibe that she has venus-pluto aspects so she is a Sagittarius pluto ( and here we say sorry for all the people who were born after 2008😭) so she is born between 1995-2008 and she has venus opposite Pluto , and if she is a Gemini Venus that will make her and jk have a compatible Venus signs , libra and Gemini and that's totally great in term of relationship I think 🤷, I also got the vibe that she has venus-lilith aspects

I got that vibe of virgo rising or sometimes a Virgo moon or both or some Virgo placements for sure I don't know but I can sense that virgo energy everytime I do a tarot reading about her energy I don't know if it's true but that virgo moon in his DC chart and Virgo rising in his BPC are things that we can't ignore right? And if she is a Virgo moon then her moon will conjunct his moon and conjunct his sun if it's in close degrees and what should I say about that 🥹, and if we think about it well if she has a Virgo rising then she has a Gemini MC and if her Venus is in Gemini there's a huge possibility that she has venus conjunct MC and that's a great indicator of fame or artistic vibe so she maybe will be known for something related to art or music or writing songs with the Gemini here and jk himself got this aspect so maybe 🤔

The only planet that I didn't know what sign it will probably be is her mars some people will say Gemini mars I totally get that but I don't think a Gemini mars will work well with Scorpio mars ? Maybe a cancer mars 🤔 who knows 🤷

So this is what I got right now and I'm still working on it and I'm fluent in English I'm only fluent in french so I'm sorry if there's any writing faults and I will wait for your pov about this and thank you 💕

Don't worry you did great! French is also a language I can speak so it's fine haha! I can still understand you, but you made no mistakes :)

Between, many things relate to stuff I have been seeing in the charts! It still shock me to think she could be super young related to him, not because of her, but because of JK. She'll be super young when they meet, and tbh I find it a bit creepy! But! It's not my life. Lol

Thank you for sharing your opinion on this! I don't have much things to say because as I said before, I can take people's opinion, but I'm not 100% into finding her exact placements. I'm into jk's astrology, so his fs obviously was a thing to analyze. But I don't wanna know exactly who she is, I wanna be surprised!

And if one day we have access to he birth information's, I could do a reading and be like omggg hehe

- uyu

#uyuans

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 11

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.8k

A/N: Long time no see. June was very hectic for me but I'm back. Enjoy hehe.

Javier got to speak to you again.

That was the first blessing. He thought you’d had enough of him. He assumed you got to say your peace and you two would live these next few months apart, passing acquaintances. So you calling, he felt like that, that was pushing his luck. 

Taking you up to that hill came with no ulterior motive. He just remembered visiting years prior, alone, thinking it was beautiful. A sight like that was deserving of your gaze. 

Javi knew that the night would wax, he knew you. He knows you well, too well. Better than anyone else, and with years apart, even though you’re a bit tougher, he still knows who you are. Javier knew the second you called him that he was on your mind, that 1980 was on your mind. 

Yet, your question blindsided him. 

If he had stayed, they’d be together. No doubt in his mind. Well, Javier would have tried but knowing your shy self you might have cried and tried to avoid him until he graduated.  But Javi knew him and Lorraine would have been over sooner. Javi also felt like he would have had enough time to let your brother get over the fact that maybe his sister could make a decision on her own. You doubted that though, he knew even now. He thinks if he got down on one knee right now, you’d still feel like it was all some sort of temporary blip in Javier’s waxing and waning emotions. 

He acted quickly, he kissed you. He was fully expecting you to push him away, maybe smack him. But you didn’t. Blessing. 

Your hands gripping his waist pulling him in was new. You demanding, you grabbing, you. It was new. And your little breathless noises. 

Andrea, Andrea, Andrea.

Is all that circled his mind when he sat you in his car, to eat you. He’s a bit shocked with himself, you’ve been his little Andrea, he hated the idea of someone seeing you intimately. Yet, he spreads you open and falls between your legs in a public space. Having to use his own broad shoulder to cover you. How perfect his head fit between your legs, made for him, he knew it. 

You were sweet, of course. Never doubted how delicious you’d taste, never doubted how pretty your cunt would be. Leaky and puffy, Jesus christ. A lot more pornographic than he imagined, have you been hiding this from me Andrea? 

Just the sight of your fingers hooked, pulling your panties to the side. Your moans, they were so whiny, like a virgin. Like you’ve never been licked there. He had never experienced a reaction like that. You couldn’t even hold yourself upright. If he wasn’t so focused on how you folded over in bliss, he’d have more of an ego stroke. 

Right…

Javier was going to kill that loser. That loser that convinced you that your own pleasure was just an add on to sex, not necessary. 

And if it weren’t for that stupid fucking cop, that Javier knew (which scared you, he could tell), if it weren’t for that stupid cop. 

Javier took you home while you sat in his passenger seat, on edge, wondering if he should just reach over and finish the job. Javier learned a lot of self control in Houston. You weren’t a part of that training. Because if he decided to lift your dress and touch you until you came on his hands— you would have ended up bent over in the back seat. 

And you deserved a bit more than that— well not at least during your first time being intimate. 

Hard, aching, Javier had to readjust the weight in his jeans a few times while he drove you home. 

Shutting off his lights as he approached your street, you unbuckle. Unsure of how you say bye after letting him tongue fuck you in his truck. You place on his thigh and squeeze, 

“see you soon.”

And you hopped off the car, leaving Javier breathless just from one touch. He watches you, makes sure you climb your window safely.

Javier drives away just to stop a few feet from your house, head pressed against his steering wheel with his hand fisting the hardness you left, hoping you went back to your room and touched yourself. Imagining you making that cute little scrunched up face with your own fingers.

Feeling like a total fucking creep Javier sleeps in his bed 30 minutes later. 

Waking up in your dorm was waking up to silence. Shockingly. Your roommate, Jenna, was very considerate. She’d wake up an hour earlier than you and slip out of the room, you never heard. She never startled you, the sound of the suite sink as she brushed her teeth faded into your dreams. 

Eh. Not so much in Laredo.

Marisol is crawling in your hallway, scratching at your door like a little cat. Your mama banging pots in the kitchen blasting Hector Lavoe, which who you like, but like… at 11 am?

You press your head into your pillow, adjusting to the sunlight through your window and the sudden noise flooding your space. You stay like that for a few seconds, face smushed and reeling in life. You sat up slowly, your blanket was half on you and half on the floor. 

Your knees curl up to your chest and you rub your eyes, groaning, leaning with your own body swaying. 

Then you’re awake, like super fucking awake. Your eyes pop open when you adjust to the sight that is your bare legs and a dark brownish purple mark on your inner thigh. The image of Javier’s lustful eyes and wet lips between your legs jolts you to your feet. 

Or maybe it was your mom calling you from the kitchen. 

You reach down to grab the panties you had discarded when you realize you physically couldn't sleep with how turned on you were. Your pillow had a small wet mark from your open mouth, who are you? The sleep shorts come next and you open your door. 

Your baby sister is sitting directly next to your room door with a foot in her mouth. You screw your eyes shut and shake your head in disapproval at her. You scoop her up with one arm. “What're you doing crazy?” She babbles and puts her hand in her mouth instead. Gnawing at her chubby fingers with her toothless grin.

 Truthfully, you had been quite satisfied with it just being you and Frankie. You could care less about having a younger sibling. But now that marisol is around, you had no idea what you were missing.

And the age gap is immaculate. You're old enough to be her mother, you get to enjoy her in the same way grandparents get to enjoy their grandkids. You would die for her and love her more than anything, but you can hand her back to your mom when you're ready. You like taking care of her a bit too much, you fear that if you ever get pregnant, you’ll never be able to stop having children. You look to her again as you walk down the stairs and kiss her head.

As expected, Melissa Diaz is cooking, well shes frying. At 11 am, your face screws up and you place Marisol in her high chair. “Mami, it's really early, what are you doing?” Your eyes scan the home, double checking that theres no unexpected guests in the house. 

She’s fully dressed, a long denim skirt with a yellow top tucked into the waist. Her hair

pulled up in a ponytail. She smelled like usual, hair mousse and that classic warm and amber smell of Obsession by Calvin Klein. Now that you think about it, Marisol was also fully dressed in sandals and a dress. Your mama looks over her shoulder, with a hand on her hip.

 “Andrea, get ready. The Lopez’s are having their memorial day barbeque.” She points to the tin tray of sorullitos, your brows shoot high. 

“Which Lopez’s?” You cross your arms, eyes flitting to Marisol who is teething on her hand again. You take a few steps to the freezer, pulling out her teething toy and handing it to her. She babbles, what you’d like to think is a thank you, and shoves the blue and purple ring in her mouth.  

Your mouth lets out a small groan as a popping of oil lands on her brow. “Xavier’s family– which if you weren't so… you, you'd be married to by now.” She shakes her head, rubbing her brow and mutters, Andrea Lopez fits, and that military benefit. 

You shut your eyes in annoyance and decide not to let this comment fly, “So me?” You ask, cocking a brow at the back of her head, she snaps her head at you, the audacity you had to speak back. The oil pops from behind her as she crosses her arms, eyeing you up and down. 

“You obviously aren't ready or fit to be a wife, you knew he wanted to court you and you broke up with him.” She shakes her head and it comes as a gut punch. By the time you split you hadn't known that Xavier asked your mother for her blessing. You knew everyone married young out here but you would've broken his heart if he’d asked. It was a no. 

“I split with him because he was a bad boyfriend.” 

“Oh please.” She mutters before turning around to scoop the cheesy corn meal from the oil. 

Letting out a shaking breath you decide to not continue this further, you weren’t in the mood.

Just a few hours later you're leaned over, detaching your sister from her car seat as your mother juggles her tray. You haven't really spoken to her since this morning. You went up to your room and picked out an outfit anyway. You knew your mother couldn't entertain and control marisol simultaneously. James was out at the high school training teachers for this coming fall so Melissa was left alone.

You grab your sister, and your tank top strap falls with it. You let out a frustrated breath and close the car door with a hip bump.

“Chucho!” Your mom squeaks from behind you and you turn fully, meeting the eyes of Javier.

Your mouth falls open a bit at the sight. He gets you every time, he’s got that look to always make your stomach flip like a schoolgirl. His tanned self, his hair a bit messier this morning. Finger combed, and his stance broad while he takes a curious look at you.

“Let me help you,” Chucho exclaims, stepping towards you. You blink a few times, a bit confused by him-until your sister is being pulled from your arms. “Oh-okay, thank you.” 

You mutter, your lips are still slightly parted. Javier wasn’t dressed like usual, it was a rare sight. Just a camo green t-shirt and black pants. No jacket, no collar. You could see his soft belly through his shirt and Jesus Christ you’re still staring. And so is he. Your parents are completely cut from your hearing, your cheeks heat with a wave of shyness. 

Get a grip, he had his head between your legs like 12 hours ago. 

“Javi, ¿Estás prestando atención?” Chucho cuts, and Javier’s eyes shoot to his father. His left hand sporting his watch reaches the back of his head with a confused scratch. “I said let’s go, Mrs. Lopez says lots of people from your graduating class will be there, should be a good time to mingle. After we help with that grill” 

He was blushing.

Your eyes snap to your feet with a smile, you bite it back. Looking up to your mom, making sure she hadn’t caught on. Fuck, the two of you were already horrible at this. Blushing like idiots in each other's presence. You can’t begin to imagine if you made this a routine, everyone would catch on. You follow behind Chucho and your mom when they begin to walk. Down the street to the left, it was where Xavier’s family had their 2 story home with the large front yard. Tables and American flags come to view quickly. So does the three men struggling with the grill. 

“My dad didn’t tell me it was his family's party.” Javier murmurs next to you. His arms still crossed as you two trailed a few feet behind your parents. Your eyes flick to his bicep bulging through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. Your fingers flex at your side at the thought of sneaking your hand under his arm to hold him while you walk. 

What that fuck has gotten into you?

Shaking your head, you approach the grass, “Trust me, I'm not too thrilled.”  Those former classmates sat in a small cluster of chairs, your throat gets tight at the thought. Knowing your mother, she’ll disappear just to make you sit with them. Would it look weird to sit alone in that empty table just with Javier? 

When Xav’s box dyed mother comes clacking in her heels you almost jump to hold onto Javier at the sight. Just lovely. 

 Mrs. López loves you for her son, reminds you every time you bump into her, reminds you he’s still single and looking. You always give a sweet laugh and say you have to go. Javier’s eyes flash to you at your startled reaction. Or so you thought. 

Through the fiery red teased hair and Betsey Johnson tacos, you missed her son to her left. Xavier stood there in uniform again, eyes focused on your mother as she probably complim

ents him. You feel Javier step a bit closer to you. After last night, you’re surprised Javier hasn’t lunged at the boy.  Xavier straightens up after his gaze lands on you and Javier. 

Chucho and your mom are chatting, as they walk down to the tables accompanied with Laredos very best home cooked meals and not two, but five coolers packed with Coronas. 

“Javi and Andrea, glad you two could come.” He smiles, you remembered Monica calling him the most American-Mexican-American she’s ever met. Nicknaming him, Andreas gringo boyfriend. You watch as Xavs gaze scans Javier’s body, sizing him up. You hated to compare but…

Heat lifts off your skin when he pulls your body in for a hug, hearing Javier’s shoe crunch from next to you as he steps forward. Your smile fades, wishing you had just stayed home. 

You let go and give your ex another thin lipped smile. 

“Yeah, um, where should we sit?” You ask as awkwardly as possible. If it wasn’t obvious that you did not want to hug him, it was obvious now. 

He ignores you completely and extends a hand out to Javi. “Good seeing you again.” 

Petrified, you stare as Javier burns through his hand. Xavier’s hand still in the air, waiting for Javi to shake his hand. Your wide eyes snap towards Javi’s face, but it’s stoic. Just a small quick jaw clench, before he’s walking past Xavier.

Your ex’s brows pull together, “Oh my god- I’m sorry—Javi!” You call frantically, your face bright red, as Javier walks away.. Your mortified face drops at that and you look back at Xavier, apologizing again for your ill mannered friend. 

Oh god, is it still fair to call him your friend? His face was literally covered in your— 

“Going to fix the grill, enjoy yourself.” 

Your brows pull tighter and Xavier shakes his head in shock. 

You aren’t enjoying yourself. At all. 

For starters, Xavier somehow convinced you to sit with his friends. The ones from high school. People you knew in passing and couldn’t care enough to get to know. And Josefina was there, that was awkward for you. Not for her since of course—she had no fucking clue what you had done the night before. 

Secondly, Javier was only like 7 feet behind you. 

Sitting on white cookout chairs in a circle, you could feel the heat of the grill. You could also feel Javier's presence. Not once did he come back over to you. He just crowded the grill. And shamefully, you caught yourself turning in your seat to check on him every few minutes. 

The first turn, his ear was being talked off by Xavier’s uncle, something in Spanish about the grill acting up.  

The 2nd turn, he was grilling. Your eyes snapped back to the group as they chatted about old high school drama. You were listening in because no matter how old you got, no one’s above a little high school chisme. After Josefinas entire breakdown of the homecoming incident, (there was a huge brawl on homecoming night in 1982) you look to Javi again, praying he sees you this time. But this time, Ms. Mochado had her hand around his crossed arms, laughing hysterically. You were close enough to hear his conversation if you focused hard enough. You heard the questions about the DEA, but you weren’t close enough to hear what made her laugh so hard, hard enough to grab his arm.

You screw her face up and straighten up, he’s not even that funny, and isn’t she 40?

Josefina is sitting closest to you and turns her body fully towards you. Your cheeks warm, being face to face with Javier’s recent rendezvous. She has her hair out, wearing a flowing sundress, blue. Her tongue laps over her bottom lip, “I saw you at the corner store the other day, you left so fast I was scared you overheard my conversation.” 

“You’ve told everyone already Josie…” Donald laughs, passing his beer opener attached to his keys to Kristina. “He must have told you too Andrea.”

You scrunch your face up and shake your head, “I did hear, at the store I mean.”

Josefina and Luana both laugh at each other. As you confirmed their theory. 

 Dangerous conversation, you think, Javier is just a few feet away and they seem not to care as they speak at the same blistering volume they did at the corner store 3 days ago. You start to feel that familiar sinking you felt back in high school when people would gossip about Javi around you, the girls continue. Luana looks behind you, at Javi and then leans in. “ I mean, you two are close. He was a playboy before Lorraine, it was like his thing. Every girl before her was a one time thing, and I guess after her too.” 

Josefina nods, “Yep! He hasnt even said hi to me, isnt that just fucked up?” Her black hair blows in her face with the breeze as she's turned to you, you just sit unable to speak. Unable to think straight. “I know you two are close, set that boundary now, I wouldn't put it above him to ditch you too.” She tuts and sits straight, moving her hair to one shoulder, the wind blows anyway.

A strange wave of sadness moves through your body still sore from Javier’s grip on your thighs. Your eyes fall to your lap and you take the back seat for a bit, shutting down as the rest of the friends chatted. Regret causing a pang in your chest. You and Javi hadn’t really talked everything through and somehow you’ve already been intimate. You’d love to believe he wouldn't do that to you, but you look over your shoulder and are reminded that he has been ignoring you this whole time. 

Wanting to reach out to him, and wanting to leave all together, you hadn't even noticed that everyone seemed to still be on the topic of Javier while he was so close. 

Xavier’s voice cuts and your face stills. “So what’s good with your friend Javi?” The whole group is staring now. Josefina, Junior, Donald, Kristina and of course Luana. Your brows raise and suddenly your arms are insecurely covering your torso. 

Your brows pull tightly, feeling as if all of a sudden Javier is listening in on your conversation. “What do you mean?”

They all look at each other with amused faces, “C’mon Andrea, we all watched him storm off.” Junior laughs, moving his beer with his hand movements.

You’re a bit stumped. How to explain to your ex and his friends that you hooked up with Javier Peña and he’s been pissy since. Or maybe you can voice your speculations—

Well last night Javier was eating me out and Xavier, I was just reminded of all the times you acted repulsed about my body and I sort of projected that onto Javier… who by the way, was the guy I envisioned the few times I actually came when we had sex. And I just made the whole thing awkward so now he’s forced to be in close proximity to you and he much rather be burned and charred by the grill than be in your presence for a moment longer. 

That’s why he rejected your hand shake.

But you don’t say anything, you’re frozen. Your cheeks flush. Xavier says anyway, 

“Obviously lost his southern hospitality when he moved to that big city.”

Luana chokes out a laugh, “Probs still upset over Lorraine leaving him.” Josefina slaps Lu’s shoulder and she rolls her eyes. You want to get up and leave without making a scene so instead you speak. It was bold of them. To talk about him in this way in front of you, and so close to him. Its fucking rude. So much for southern hospitality. Javi wasn’t by any means rude to any of these people, well of course Javier wasn't the sweetest guy out there but he wasn’t what they talked him up to be. 

It was rude to you too. You felt a personal sting at the comments, even if right now you and Javi weren’t on speaking terms, he is your brother's best friend, and as strange as it sounds he’s familial, a family friend. You’d pick him over any of these people any day, you’d like to think he’d do the same. You came here with him for christ’s sake. 

“Maybe he just doesn’t like you guys.” 

All their laughing eyes snap to yours in confusion. Josefinas nostrils flare with that and Xavier’s eyes narrow at you. You clutch your beer, feeling maybe you shouldn’t have worded it in that way. If it weren’t for the music coming from the boom box next to the grill, it would be dead silent.

Your ex leans forward a bit in his seat with that same look of skepticism. “When we were together you used to say you hated him? Now he’s back and… you’re his biggest supporter . So what changed Andrea?” 

Your brows shoot high at his audacity, Kristina and Donald make shocked faces, acting as if Xavier just dropped some bomb of information. 

“We had an issue before he left. It’s over now. Even if we still had issues— doesn’t matter.” You lean forward in your seat, mirroring him. You weren’t fucking scared of the 5’5 boy trying to impress his high school friends. 

“An issue you used to cry over if I asked.” He hisses. Earning a warning glance from the girls. Cálmate Xavi! Kristina mutters. You swallow thickly, feeling winded by the comment. Hand gripping the slippery drink. 

 You remembered when you two first started dating. He’d ask about Javier and you almost always felt your eyes well and your chin quiver. You don’t know why, people would ask you about him all the time and you’d answer without a lick of emotion flooding. But when your boyfriend asked, you were always struck with an unbearable feeling of guilt, shame, discomfort. You always cried a I’m not crying sort of cry. A tear wiping sob, one that felt embarrassing and shameful. You kept a still face, afraid that if you made an movement you’d cry. Xavier doesn’t let up. “Am I wrong Andrea?”

And you felt like that now. That shame, guilt and discomfort. Your chest rising quickly, and flushed in a new way. The entire group is silent, you’d love to say thank fuck, but not when this was the circumstances. And everyone stills.

“Let’s go.” 

All eyes are wide and peeled behind you. You turn to face the voice, unable to process Javier’s stare on your ex boyfriend. You stutter in confusion, “W-what?” 

Javi looks down at you with the same glare he gave Xavier and walks to the left of your chair, hand engulfing your forearm to force you to stand. Your eyes stay wide as you look at his hold and back at him. You hadn’t noticed the white plastic chair falling back at his pull. Xavier shakes his head with a petty smile. Of course, he mutters and Javi doesn’t pay mind. He just begins to walk, still holding you with a possessive grip. 

Your head snaps to wherever your mom was but your vision couldn’t adjust in time before you’re focusing on your own hurrying steps to match his quick strides until you are out of sight of the house and down the street. 

Javier is furious, he’s been muttering curses and complaints. And he still holds you even though you were two houses down. Your hand quickly moves to his hold and wince, pushing him away. “What’s your issue!?” You pause and he does too, reaching to rub your arm better but you step backward. 

Javi shakes his head, hand rubbing the bridge of his nose, his eyes tracing over your small frame. He wanted to grab you up and just take you home with him, he hated it. Hearing you defend him, staring at the back of your head as you bickered with them about him. How he could imagine your flushed face when your ex boyfriend hit you lowly with the crying comment. 

That pushed it for Javier. He remembered in high school, thinking that he’d punish himself endlessly if he ever made you upset. He’d take care of you, hold you, do whatever you wanted if it meant forgiving him for making you unhappy. He had to ask Ms. Mochado to excuse him when he heard how quiet you had gotten after the jab. Javier’s own fists clenching before stalking to your seat to grab you. 

He fucking hated it all, despised hearing you stumble over your words to protect him. And now you’re stood in front of him with your sweet face of concern, your thinned brows pulled together and a frown. Self control. It was taking so much to not get ahold of your face and kiss you like he did last night. 

“I-we can’t do what we did last night… again.”

 Javier did that often. Never completed his thoughts and spoke with the results before fully understanding his reasoning. Your frown twitches with confusion, probably wondering where all of this was coming from. 

Your chest fills with dread, wrong, you had already felt that trepidation the second the cop caught you. It scared the shit out of you, and you know it scared him even more. Shamed him, felt so wrong to do something so right. Staring up at him, he has that unreadable face like always. You let your gaze fall and exhale, “why?”

He exhales and shuts his eyes, “You know why.”

You look to him now and he's looking away. His head turned towards the house to our left, a blue one with a black dutch roof, his jaw is tight, trying his best not to look at you. You stare, burning an angry look through him. Josefina’s words setting aflame in your brain and traveling down your throat in a break, “is-is that all? Is that why you pulled me out here?” His eyes snap back to your own, his mustache twitching along with his lip. The loose curls of his hair moving slightly with the rare May breeze. He watches your lips as they part, waiting for him to respond. 

He sighs again, “will you let me kiss you again?” 

You blink in disbelief, he cannot be serious right now. Your shock doesnt stop your body from reacting in the way it did, hot and pitted. You could almost laugh, his most Javier Peña request.

“Do you enjoy this Javi?” You ask, headstrong now that you know he’s just as conflicted. 

His lips quirk in a smile, “Enjoy what?”

“Stringing me along, do you enjoy it?” Your smile falls and startles the poor thing. 

“Andrea,” He warns but you step closer. Your hands grazing his at his side, your digits flattening over the tops of his hands until he can't stand it. Javier swiftly grabs your hands, his own thick fingers moving to tighten on your wrists and pull. You're tripping over your own feet and pressed into him fully, close enough to be caught.

You giggle slightly, tilting your head into his chest, “We have to be careful Javi, you know you’re being really risky right now.” You feel his chest vibrate with an annoyed grunt and his coming between you to cup your jaw, his thumb and pointer forcing your lips in a pout before smiling at your face in this position.

He tilts his head slightly, “Yeah?” 

You attempt to frown, through squished cheeks, “Don’t be mean.”

His brows quirk in fake sympathy, mocking you a bit with his screwed expression before forcing your wet lips to his own mouth with a pull. A firm possessive press with a taste of the beer that he had in his hand half an hour ago. Your cheeks warm in the same way they did when he’d simply compliment you when you were young. Your stomach flutters at just the mere thought of Javier holding you in this way. The kissing being sweet and chaste fills you with a quick feeling of dread with a mix of daydreams. 

Still holding your face after pulling away he shakes his head in disbelief, “What am I going to do with you?”. Your brows screw and you move to pull on his wrist, your eyes scanning the street again, making sure no one had gone looking for you two. Holding his wrist still, you look to him again, still with a pulled face. 

“We are going to be careful, that's what we will do Javi.” You shoot, no longer nervous if he’ll accept, even if it just meant stolen kisses and looks, you feel this time around he’ll want to share that with you. You wanted that for a while, you had been willing to be his secret years ago, you're sure you would keep it up forever if it meant having him to yourself. 

Javier looks at you with that same regard he did after every time he’s kissed you, like hes threatening you with another. After a silence he does finally speak, “I leave in a few months again… I-I don’t want you to-I” He sighs in frustration and mutters a small curse, your hold on his wrist tightens, hoping he interprets it as reassurance. He does, “I’m going to be gone for good probably, or at least longer than before.”

Your heart chips at the reminder, but you know it all too well. Leaving, you've grown accustomed to it. You hoped that maybe this time your heart will be strong enough to take him leaving after potentially having him to yourself. Even if your heart wast strong enough for what's to come, you will take the chance anyway. 

“You've always been someone who leaves Javi, I’ll be okay this time.”

His brows quirk and his eyes fall and you fear for a moment that you might’ve hurt him, but he grabs your face just as quickly and kisses you better.

You wait by Chucho’s truck while Javier tells your mom that you weren't feeling well and asking if his dad could be taken home by your mom. Which you knew would come with an of course Javi, but you couldn't help but mutter to Javier how suspicious they’re being already. You stand by the driver's side door, practicing in your head how to fake being sickly if your mom wants to come check you yourself. Which, you were very doubtful she would care. She was still upset with you from the morning which was quite silly considering you were the one that was berated. 

Just when you were starting to feel anxious about all of this you see Javier walking down the street with a case of beer and two ginger-ales in his hands. And the smuggest look of all time. You smile and shake your head at his display, “Ale for your poor tummy ache, your mama insisted.” He crowds you by the car door, handing you the two cans, the cold contact waking you for a moment before realizing others could see you now. You give him a thin lipped smile and walk around the car and hop in. 

He starts the car, giving another glance at the party. You look too, opening a can while you're at it, the group still sat in the same way, your chair still empty. You shake your head and stare back down at your lap, realizing you were in a very interesting position in this very seat just 15 hours prior. Your cheeks warm at that.

Javi is quiet and no longer staring at the group but instead at your mother as she rocks Marisol while laughing at something Chucho says. You sip your drink wondering when he’ll start the car, wondering if he’s actually taking you home. His eyes are narrowed and he adjusts in his seat.

“You think our parents ever hooked up?”

You choke on your fizzy drink, feeling the liquid burn the inside of your nose before breathlessly uttering a very startled, “What?!” 

He lets out a deep belly laugh, “I mean come one… your moms beautiful and she always found a way to spend time with him before she got married.”

Your eyes are wide but you are starting to slowly consider the possibility. They were always close, especially when you were in middle school, you would bike past Javier’s house to find your moms car in the driveway when she would go out. Oh god…

You giggle, “Oh god, maybe it’s hereditary.” Javier mutters mala, before laughing with you and turning on the car to pull away from the spot. You wiggle in your seat again at the thought of your mom actually getting it in with Mr. Peña, cringing. 

You sit in silence for a moment before feeling that warmth spread through your lower belly at the thought of Javier and you last night, and the way he kissed you just a few minutes prior. Your hands itching to touch him in any way. You ask finally, “Are you taking me home?” He looks to you quickly and then back at the road and lets your question linger for a bit before speaking while staring off.

“I have something to finish, you choose where we do that. Your place or mine?”

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What Could Have Been (5/?)

Series Premise: When Ethan breaks his promise, Cassie is forced to accept they’re not inevitable after all.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 1,560

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Chapter 5: Risky Moves. Romance Rekindled. One is filled with remorse, but jealousy soon rears its ugly head.

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 44, prompt 3. Also, using prompts "dating" & "break-up" from the @choicesmonthlychallenge January 2023 editing. Set during 2x03.

Ethan Ramsey marched down the street. His long legs eating up the pavement, uncaring of other pedestrians, his scowl a deterrent to anyone bold enough to get in his way.

In his head, he replayed the conversation with his father, the look on Cassie Valentine’s face when he dismissed his mother and the complicated emotions swirling inside him for a woman that had abandoned him twenty-five years ago.

He should hate Louise. God knows he wanted to. But a part of him clung to a memory of a sunflower yellow dress and a tinkling laugh that had once made his world bright.

Who knew better than him that love didn’t last? That the world was too often a dark, lonely place. That people didn’t stay. It was better to leave them before they left you.

Like he’d done to Cassie.

Ethan cursed loudly and detoured into the alley behind Donahue’s. He kicked his foot against the brick wall, angry and frustrated with himself, his life and the world in general.

He thought he’d figured his shit out last spring. And yet, here he was again, spiraling out of control.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He needed to rein in his emotions and focus on the facts to do his job well. And the truth was he had a patient waiting for him, which had to be his priority now.

Feeling calmer, Ethan exited the alley near Edenbrook’s back entrance and parking structure. His mask was firmly in place as he got off the elevator on the second floor, only to bump into Cassie, who rushed in through the stairwell door.

“Oops,” she said with a half-laugh. “Sorry, Dr. Ramsey. I didn’t see you.”

“Maybe if you didn’t run around the hospital like a child, you’d pay better attention,” he muttered, annoyed all over again when her scent hit his nostrils.

He felt Cassie stop and stare at him, but he dismissed her as he stomped down the hallway to Lamar’s room. She followed quietly, practically running to keep pace with his long strides.

The day went from bad to worse when they found an empty room, and their patient was nowhere in sight.

“Where the hell is my patient?” Ethan barked at the nurse on duty at the station across from the hospital room.

“Ethan…” Cassie nudged his arm urgently. “In his condition, Lamar’s a danger to himself. We’ve gotta find him.”

“We didn’t see him back there,” he pointed at the hallway from where they’d come, “so he must have headed toward the atrium stairs.”

Knowing there was no time to waste, he quickly called security and issued a Code Green.

They sprinted through the halls, scanning patient rooms and corridors for signs of Lamar or his wife. They were almost at the balcony overlooking the soaring glass-domed atrium when they heard a scream.

Ethan’s heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of Lamar climbing over the railing on the fourth floor. The fifty-sixty-foot drop to the atrium below would likely maim him for life if not kill him outright.

“That fall will kill him. Dammit, come on!”

Before he could finish issuing the command, he glimpsed a trail of blonde hair flying past him like a sprinter coming off the block. Cassie pounded up the stairs, her white coat flapping behind her.

That shook him out of his inertia, and he raced up behind her, taking the steps two at a time. She was faster, though and reached Lamar first. The other man grinned broadly as if it was all a game, and Ethan knew he would be too late to stop him from jumping.

Just a few more seconds, Ethan prayed, pushing himself faster and ignoring the shocked faces that had stopped to watch the spectacle.

He saw Lamar let go of the railing and lean forward as if in slow motion. Cassie lunged at him, her hand grabbing Lamar’s just in time as he dangled in the air. She almost toppled over the edge of the railing as the other man’s weight pulled her forward.

“Cassie!” Ethan shouted hoarsely, fear for her life made his mouth turn dry.

Her shoes dug into the tight space between the floor and the bottom of the railing. Balancing herself, she leaned forward and locked one hand around Lamar’s wrist. Ethan saw her wince as her shoulders and arms strained from the pressure.

“Ethan…” she pleaded, her terrified green eyes meeting his as he rushed to her aid.

“I’m coming, Cassie,” he called out, letting his mask drop.

Ethan reached them before the security guard. Leaning around her, he hauled Lamar back over to safety and pinned him to the floor.

The weight suddenly gone, Cassie lost her balance and toppled backward, her elbow hitting the concrete floor with a loud crack.

“Goddammit,” Ethan cursed.

He left the security guard to restrain Lamar. His wife, Liz, watched with worry and confusion at the words her husband was saying.

Ethan started to check on Cassie when Naveen called out his name.

Still crouched on the floor, Ethan glanced up to see Naveen, some of the senior staff and the hospital’s board watching from one story above with a mix of horror and morbid curiosity.

He’d forgotten the board was meeting today, and Naveen had promised them a tour.

A man in a dark suit broke off from the group and dashed down the stairs. Ethan’s brows knitted in annoyance. He didn’t recognize the stranger and opened his mouth to tell him to get the hell away from his patient.

But the man rushed past him to where Cassie sat on the floor, protectively hunched over her, clutching her elbow. Her face was scrunched in pain, and tears tracked down her cheeks.

“Cassie, look at me,” the other man said, tenderly placing two fingers under her chin to lift her face. “Dislocation?”

Cassie shook her head and paused, taking stock. “I felt something tear when his weight pulled at me. Could be a sprain or torn ligament. Pain is six. Limited mobility. Nate, please help me up.”

He slid one arm around her back, supporting her weight. Cassie pushed her knees off the floor and started to rise.

“Can I just say?” Nate commented in awe. “You, Cassie Valentine, are more awesome than Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel combined.”

“Oh wow. Must have really impressed you if I get compared to DC and Marvel heavyweights?” Cassie chuckled, sniffing back the tears, and leaned against him briefly before straightening.

“I want to be a gentleman, tell you it’s okay to raincheck on our date tonight,” Nate said pleasantly. “But the woman that just saved a man’s life is much too strong-willed to retire with her smelling salts. And I really want to celebrate her in style.”

He smirked. “Maybe even challenge her to a mini-golf rematch since my chances of winning have suddenly improved.”

Cassie burst into laughter. The sound was like a stiletto piercing Ethan’s heart because the laugh wasn’t for him.

Ethan’s initial concern changed to bewilderment at the friendly ease between Cassie and Nate, and he wondered how they knew each other. The confusion quickly turned to red-hot jealousy when he heard about their date.

Uncertainty about wanting to care for Cassie and the rumors that would fly if he shoved the other man aside to do just that had Ethan rooted to the spot.

He was positive Nate wasn’t on the hospital board. He presented to that group often enough to know all its members. He looked vaguely familiar, but Ethan was hard-pressed to place him.

He shook off this new mystery to focus on the existing one. Lamar’s incomprehensible actions. Cassie was talking to Liz now, and Ethan needed to be part of that conversation.

But first, he had to reassure Naveen and clear the hall of spectators.

“Naveen, it’s okay. The situation is under control,” Ethan said when the older man stood before him, eyes narrowed in consternation.

“How am I supposed to be calm at a time like this?” Naveen said quietly, but Ethan could hear the subtle anger in his mentor’s voice.

“Ethan, a patient almost died in front of a hospital full of board members, staff and visitors. Why wasn’t security protocol followed if the patient was a danger to himself?”

“He wasn’t—” Ethan bit off when Cassie approached them cautiously, Lamar’s wife trailing behind her.

“Ethan. Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie amended. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we need to question Lamar. We’re running out of time.”

With a quick nod at Naveen, Ethan followed Cassie and Liz to the other side of the hall. Lamar was still pushing against the security guard, talking about people no one knew.

He absently glanced over his shoulder to see Nate and Naveen talking seriously, heads close together.

How long had Nate and Cassie been dating, he speculated as ugly thoughts clouded his brain. The intimacy he had just witnessed between her and Nate didn’t happen overnight.

So, had she really waited for him while he was in the Amazon? Or was that one more lie he wanted to believe, just like the one about his mother returning out of love for her forgotten son?

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[strawberry-cowmilk]

Leviathan as a father

Mc is female, not proof read

In case anyone needs this: do not sleep with a fan next to you for a long period. You will get a cold at the worst time. Since I'm not feeling totally great right now, I can't guarantee this will be any good. Sorry about that.

Content warnings: babies, mentions of past pregnancy, insecurity (angst), 'buying milk' mentions

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When Mc told Levi she was pregnant with his child, all the avatar of envy could think about was that his child was going to hate his guts. All he does is play games, watch anime, and never leave his room. The baby would be better off without their trash father in their life, maybe he should run away and never come back. But, on the other hand, Levi was overjoyed by the news and wanted nothing more than to stay by Mc's side. The demon reluctantly embraced the human in front of him. 'W-what if they are going to hate me?' the words slipped out of the third born's mouth. Mc hushed her partner while gently rubbing his back. She actually knew the demon would react like this. That is why she waited with telling him the news until she herself had made peace with it. For almost a week, Mc had known she was pregnant without having told anyone. 'Levi, it's a baby. It can't hate you. Besides, you're their father.' Those were the words that caused the avatar of envy to cry.

It took Levi a short while to get used to the fact he was going to have a baby, but once he did, he couldn't stop gushing over Mc and their unborn baby. He actually went to Devilkea to replace his bathtub with a proper bed, so Mc could move to his room and her own room could be turned into a nursery. 'Mc, can we name them Henry if it's a boy and Hana if it's a girl?' The human didn't have the heart to turn his idea down. After all, he was finally happy with the news. Levi even went to the lenghts of calling the fish a 'soon-to-be big brother.'

The baby ended up being a boy, and after he was born, Levi's insecurities came back to him for a short while. 'H-he's crying... does he hate me?' Mc shook her head. 'No, he's just hungry.' she said as she handed the demon a bottle. Levi carefully held his son in one arm while feeding him the milk from the bottle with the other. 'Oh! He's smiling now!' the avatar of envy cooed. 'Of course, he loves you after all.'

Henry liked to be with his father every time he was playing games. One day, Levi was playing Devil Cart on his console while the baby was resting against his chest. In the game, Levi accidentally drove the car into a cliff, and the character in the cart let out a noise, and Henry thought it was absolutely hilarious. 'You think that's funny?' Levi spoke in a soft voice before driving the car off of the cliff again to make his son laugh. And so he kept doing it over and over again. The demon didn't care that the action made him lose his spot on the leaderboard. His baby's laugh was worth more than anything else to him. Sometimes, when the baby was being very fussy, Levi would fire up Devil Cart and start driving into some ravine, and Henry would be happy again. The third born suddenly didn't understand what he was so afraid of before. He loved his child. And he loved Mc for giving him to him. Every night, before the pair went to sleep, Levi would shove all shyness aside and kiss Mc's forehead while uttering a little 'thank you.'

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[emotionalsupporthufflefluff]

fancy plans that invite disaster

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!Reader (MC = Eliza Fig, Gryffindor) part eight of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: The group begins to plan, until the plan becomes too dangerous to Ominis. You find out there will always be consequences for your actions.

A/N: shorter chapter, sorry, but a lot happens! Hope this doesn't seem too rushed or not detailed enough, but I'm pretty sure this is paced well enough. I hope the sequence of events isn't confusing as well, as the timeline sort of jumps around!

“Azkaban?” Garreth exclaims, a panicked look crossing his face. He begins shaking his head quickly, raising his hands in mock surrender, “Woah, woah, woah. Now hold on just a moment. We’re talking about a student, someone our age. Not some random poacher or dark wizard!”

“Technically,” Poppy inserted with a wince, “She is a dark wizard, and she’s not going to be a student for much longer.”

“And she’s not a child,” Natty inputs, placing her hands on the table in front of her. “She may still be a student like us, but she’s eighteen already. She’s an adult, and she should be tried as an adult.”

You were quiet amidst the back-and-forth, biting your lip in contemplation. Did Eliza really deserve Azkaban? Although, that’s what the whole prison was made for, and the spells were called Unforgivables for a reason. You begin to nervously tap your foot, then feel Ominis pull you closer to his side in reassurance.

“Sure, but guys- we’re talking about Eliza right now. The woman who defeated Ranrok in her fifth year, the same year she discovered her powers. Everyone loves her, she’s extremely powerful, and who knows what kind of allies she has inside the Ministry at this point! Merlin, even her own father worked closely with the Ministry, if she didn’t have someone on the inside then I’d eat my sock!” Garreth’s rant came to an end with a huff, and everyone fell silent as they thought it over.

“Then we have to make it beyond a reasonable doubt that she needs to be arrested.” Natty’s voice was serious as she spoke, looking up to lock eyes with each member of the group one after the other. “We have to get her to cast an Unforgivable in front of an Auror.”

“How in Salazar’s name are we meant to do that?” Sebastian finally spoke up in disbelief, crossing his arms impatiently.

"We know her motivations," Natty begins, looking down at the table in thought, "That she hates poachers, thinks they deserve it."

"Are we really advocating for her using another Unforgivable?" Poppy bites her lip anxiously, fidgeting with her hands. "I mean, to get her caught she has to cast it. That means that someone would be tortured just to get her arrested."

"I hate the idea too, so if anyone has a better one then let me know." Natty scans the group of friends once more, expression solemn. No one speaks up, and you wrack your brain for any other answer. Surely you all weren't trying to get someone tortured, then you'd be the same as her.

"Wait," You whisper, nervously glancing at Ominis before looking back at the group. "I have an idea…"

“Natty!”

You’re head shot up in fright at the sound of her voice, and you watch as Eliza lands a broom in the middle of the Transfiguration courtyard, running over to where you stood, arm-in-arm, with Natty. You had been passing through on your way to Herbalism class together when she practically appeared out of nowhere. She had a tendency to do that.

“No,” Natty murmurs, pulling your arm with her as she speeds her walking, pushing toward the Central Hall with renewed vigour. “I’m not ready.”

“Natty, hey wait!”

“Nat, maybe we should-”

“No,” Natty repeats with emphasis, practically dragging you along now. You tried to match her steps, then were yanked back by that same arm. You turn to notice Eliza’s hand around Natty’s other arm, a confused expression in place.

“Natty, please talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“But,” Eliza turns her attention to me, her face falling into an intense expression, “I thought you said-”

“They did tell me, Eliza,” Natty inputted, taking her arm back from you to instead step in front of you. “They told me how you stood by and let that happen.”

“Natty, no, please. Just let me explain!” You could see Eliza’s face over Natty’s shoulder, her eyes beginning to tear up.

“There’s nothing more to explain.” Natty’s voice sounded final, devoid of emotion. You weren’t sure you ever wanted to hear her sound like that again.

“Yes, there is. Please, just-” Natty ignores Eliza’s pleas, turning and pushing her way into Central Hall. You stood there, shell-shocked at the scene that had just happened before you. A tear slipped down Eliza’s cheek, but she no longer looked sad or desperate. She looked furious. “You.”

“Eliza, I told her as you asked-”

“It’s you. I don’t know what you said, but to take her away? To take the love of my life away?” Eliza walked forward and roughly grabbed the front of your robes, dragging you in closer. “I didn’t know someone so evil could walk the halls of Hogwarts, but by Merlin, I will make you regret ever stepping foot in this castle.”

You swallowed roughly, breath coming in pants. Fear tightened your stomach, and you tried to stutter out a response, “Eliza, listen to me, I told her what you said but I don’t control Nat. No one can control her-”

“Fine,” Eliza pushes you away, snarling at you, and continues as if you didn’t even speak. “If you want to take the one thing I love away, then I’ll do the same to you. You’ll regret ever crossing me.” Your eyes widened at the threat, reaching forward to try something, anything, to get her to change her mind. Your hand misses its mark as Eliza takes a step back and twists on her heel, disappearing in a flash.

“No,” Ominis interrupts, turning to face you completely. “You are not going to use yourself as bait.”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense, really.” You huff out a breath, seeing the disbelief across the faces of all of your friends. “I’m not going to advocate for more Unforgivables to be cast, especially if we’re going to make her cast it just to get caught. If she’s to get caught, she’s going to get caught casting it of her own will.”

“Yeah, we’ve agreed on that much,” Sebastian inserts, walking slowly around the table. “What we don’t understand is why it has to be cast on you.”

“Well, I’m not going to lead her to some random poacher to get tortured!” You huff, crossing your arms. “Look, I was told about what happened in the Scriptorium. If I let myself get hit by it-”

“No,” Ominis repeats, shaking his head quickly. “If anyone of us is going to sacrifice ourselves, it’ll be me. Anyone but you.”

“She won’t hurt you. Any of you.” You meet each of their eyes- aside from Ominis, whose hand you take instead. “She’s not mad at you. She considers you friends. But me?”

“This is a bad idea, Y/N.” Sebastian’s voice sounded final, but finally, someone else spoke up in your favour.

“I can see it,” Garreth begins, holding a hand to his chin. “Tempt her, make her think everything is their fault.”

“That won’t be difficult,” Natty inserts, straightening up and crossing her arms, “She already does think that.”

“This does not need to be discussed,” Ominis tries to interrupt, but you move to stand in front of him.

“Exactly, so we do something to push it even farther. What else does she have? What would push her over the edge?”

“I’m not sure,” Garreth begins before Natty interrupts once again.

“Me.” You nod, locking eyes with her.

“Yeah, she was pretty adamant that you, especially, are one of the people I tell. She wanted things to be better between you two.”

“So we let her know that I just hate her even more.” Natty shrugs, eyes falling to the table.

“Would she really blame Y/N just for that though?”

“Eliza doesn’t need to be blaming Y/N for anything,” Ominis begins again, coming to stand next to you. You squeeze his hand in yours, taking a deep breath.

“So I take her place.” They both look to you again to continue, and you nod along. “Eliza thinks I’m here to take her spot, essentially, right? So I do that. I walk Natty to classes and hang out with Garreth more. I don’t know- be friends with more Gryffindors?” You chuckle blandly, “It’d help if I knew anything about the woman.”

“She likes Transfiguration class, I think she’s friends with Garreth’s aunt.”

“Stop!” Ominis yells out, pushing you away from the table and stepping between you and the group. He leans in close to whisper, panic etched across his face. “This is absolutely too dangerous. We don’t know which Unforgivable she’ll use in the first place, and you don’t need to be anywhere near any of them to begin with.”

Your chest tightens in guilt, scanning the obvious worry on his face. You wait too long, choking on the words that you need to do this, you’d likely do it even if he didn’t know- Ominis eventually takes both of your hands and raises them to his face, placing a gentle kiss on each. Your shoulders fall slowly, and your next words are whispered for him.

“Ok, I won’t do it.”

You were laughing with Imelda and Garreth in the Central Hall, walking outside with brooms slung across your shoulders. Eliza was rushing past, and you back up quickly once spotting her. Garreth grabs your arm, forcing you to halt your retreat. He sends you a look and you gulp, nodding. Imelda hardly even noticed the interaction, only slowly enough to let you catch back up and then continue on. She was running commentary on the last Quidditch game, trying to decide which manoeuvre she needed to practice with more.

“See, my feint was pretty horrid- but that was against Ravenclaw. It’s Hufflepuff this time, and I don’t think feinting will be the strongest- hey, are you even listening to me?”

“Of course we are, Imelda,” Garreth reassured her with a pat on her shoulder, stretching from your other side. You tried to walk forward with a poker face, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to think up any response to Imelda’s Quidditch talk while also trying to project false confidence.

“Wow, Imelda.” The three of you turn at the same time, your eyes locking with Eliza. This was the middle of the Central Hall- she wouldn’t try anything here, right? “Mucking with the mudbloods now? How would your family feel about that?” The slur was a spear to your chest, and sure you’ve heard it before but not recently. Not since starting this year and becoming friends with your current friend group. Looking over at Imelda, you could see hurt and confusion all laced together across her face.

“Wait, Eliza? What-” She moves to stand on her other foot, seeming off-balanced. “I thought you were different than that? Granted, I’ve only ever met you on the track.” She shakes her head, looking to see you, then lifts her gaze toward Garreth. “C’mon guys, no use wasting time on this worthless person.” She then just turns and walks away, as if it were that easy.

With Garreth nudging you to follow, you turn as well and begin to walk away. There’s something there about turning your back on your enemy, but it actually worked. It really was that easy, to turn and walk away from Eliza. Maybe if you were Imelda or Garreth. Luckily, you had both of them flanking you. However, from then on you could spot Imelda sending you concentrated looks, almost as if she was trying to figure something out.

Breakfast in the Great Hall was a relaxed affair, and with such you’ve been able to eat your breakfast at the Slytherin’s table every morning since befriending Ominis. Sebastian always sat across from you, Ominis to your right, and Imelda right across from him. The four of you would always joke, and Imelda would wait for the newspaper to fall from the owls before immediately scanning the sports pages like her life depended on it. The rest of you hardly ever got mail- aside from Sebastian’s once-a-week letter from Anne. She was currently living under constant mediwix care nowadays, and Sebastian was anxious to graduate so he could more easily follow leads that could give him the cure.

A letter dropped in front of Ominis, halting the conversation between you and Sebastian. Imelda was already absorbed in her papers, and Ominis had frozen the moment the letter had touched the table. From your spot next to him, all you could really see was the fancy script and Ominis’ name.

“Ominis, you know there’s-”

“Yes, I know Sebastian.” Ominis slowly reached forward, taking told of the letter and pulling it under the table. He retrieved his wand from the table, bringing it under as well. You turned a confused expression toward Sebastian, who was quick to explain in mumbles.

“Ominis does this when he doesn’t want anyone sneaking a peek at his letter. He’ll just tap his wand to the letter and have his spell read the words into his ear.” He falls silent and you both wait, anxiously looking over to Ominis to try and discern any type of reaction. Finally, Ominis sucks in a harsh gasp, and Sebastian widens his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Did something happen? Who sent you the letter Ominis?” Your questions were quick, and you could hear the panic in your own voice. You couldn’t regret it, though, when Ominis’ face looked so stricken.

“That was my mother,” Ominis whispered, eyes staring blankly forward. He sounded both breathless and confused, then started shaking his head. “She- but she told me before-”

“Do we need to go somewhere safe, Ominis?”

“She told me she wouldn’t be setting me up. That I was too defective for- but then who requested me?”

“Requested you?” You question him more, reaching a hand out to grab his arm. “What are you talking about?” He finally turns his face in your direction, expression falling into something grief-stricken.

“My mother has arranged for me to marry.”

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[mams-is-my-will-to-live]

Obey me MC timetravels to when Solomon was still ruling King Solomon.

(: AFAB MC although it can be read as Gender neutral for now? I will change this if ever. I have always tried to stick to gender neutral pronouns for MC so If I slip up I'm sorry and kindly tell me. Part 1 probably and will be very short. I just need to gather my thoughts maybe make an outline Uh as much as I would like to make this more inclusive the MC here grew up in a religious household as it is needed for the plot.... so sorry. NB spoiler free yay. Also sorry for the wrong grammar and the typos. I did this on my phone :)

Time travel is not something new to MC. In fact they have already done so multiples times. This however comes as a surprise as instead of anywhere in the devildom. They seem to be in an unfamiliar land instead. somewhere ancient. MC couldn't explain it however the description seems to fit.

Determined to at least find a general location of where they were. Walking along the road near the river which should lead to somewhere with people right? At the very least they hope it will. It wasn't long before they were stopped by a kind lady who looks concerned about MC's modern clothing.

"Oh poor dear! Have you been attacked by bandits on the way here?" MC looks confused but before they were able to refute the old lady's claims they were drag to the home of the lady. "No need to worry I will help you" The old lady assured them before they are able to speak a word. Privately however they thank whatever has put them there that they can understand the language that the lady speaks. Must be some kind of magic or atleast a way to appease them on whatever this is and why does this always happen to them anyways... Waking up in unfamiliar places.

MC was made to sit down as the old lady went to another room. This time carrying a bunch of clothing that MC only has ever seen worn during things such as historical plays or those Movies about the stories from the bible that plays every month of March back where they grew up. As popularized by the holy week. Not wanting to offend the kindness of the stranger they gratefully accepted the clothing. As they were ushered to an empty room to change into the clothes. They suppose it was a good thing so that they can blend in even better while thinking of a way to get back to their timeline. Now to know where in the past they are.

"Um.. Thank you for your kindness..." MC spoke meekly to the older woman in front of them. The older woman just smiled at them.

"You look very out of sorts poor dear. A long way from home I presume?" She asked MC kindly as she folded the clothes MC was wearing earlier.

"Ah you don't need to do that..." MC flushed. This lady remind her of her grandmother.

"It's fine I assure you. So what led you here to Jerusalem?" MC hoped to have kept their facial expressions clear from their shock. Alright that is one problem solved. They are in Jerusalem. But *WHEN* in Jerusalem. Will they be seeing Jesus or something? Does Jesus even exist? MC lowkey wanted to ask the brothers or even Solomon but considering the circumstances they privately kept it to themself.

"Uh... I was actually hoping to visit the temple for... uh worship..." that's a safe answer right? There shpuld be many temples for God here since it's the holy land right? Damn if MC knew thsi would happen they should've paid more attention to theology classes back in their school days. Thankfully it seems that MC has hit the nail on its head somewhat as the woman nodded her head.

"How unfortunate that you arrived here during the Sabbath." Sabbath MC knows that day of rest. Yeah ok they got this. Totally not internally panicking. God they feel like Levi.

"Uh.. yeah how unfortunate..." they trailed off.

"You came at a great time however since the temple that King Solomon has been building has been finished." King Solomon...

Well shit. Well at least now they know for sure when they are in the last but at the same time. Why does this always happen to them really...

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[viatagrinner]

Keith Howell. Drunk, she sleeps unprotected

Event: A peaceful night for two. His POV

Since I started staying in Rhodolite, I've had more opportunities to drink.

Mostly it has to do with Mr. Silvio's drinking, but on rare occasions... Yes, on rare occasions I drink with Ms. MC.

I was aware that I had gotten close to her lately. I was also aware that she was an inspiration to me...

So maybe I made a mistake.

MC: ....Hmmm... Keith...

Hearing Ms. MC's voice, I came to my senses.

Sitting across from the carriage, she looked like a fresh apple, and her eyes were moist.

(...No, I can't look straight at her.)

Keith: What's wrong? Do you have a headache?

Averting my gaze slightly, I asked.

MC: .... I'm sleepy.

Keith: Oh, oh! Then go to sleep. We still have time before we get to the castle.

Keith: I'll wake you up when we get there. ....No, but it's uncomfortable to sleep in a carriage.

Keith: Do you want me to be your pillow?

MC: .......Yes. I want a pillow.

Keith: I understand. If you don't mind, I'd like you to use me, as much as you need to.

When I sit down with Ms. MC, the little head rests in my lap.

(I think she's totally drunk. What should I do?)

(...It's my fault. Today's wine was easy to drink, so I had to be careful.)

MC: Lord Keith....

Keith: Huh?

MC: Please give me your hand.

Keith: If it's okay with me, go ahead.

As I hold my hand out in front of me, Ms. MC grabs it with both hands and places it on her forehead.

MC: That feels good. Lord Keith has big hands...they're delicate, so I like them...hehe.

Keith: I see. .......... I'm in trouble.

Seeing her smile and laugh made my body was getting hot.

I took a deep breath and braced myself for the possibility that my sanity would collapse if I let my guard down.

(But, I wonder, does Ms. MC get like this when she's drunk? I didn't expect that, as she is usually so calm.)

(.... From now on, let's stop drinking together. It makes me feel weird).

As I stroked her soft hair, Ms. MC comfortably closed her eyes, and even breathing was heard.

(I hope Ms. MC won't regret it tomorrow when she cools down.)

(............)

(And you're freakin' adorable, by the way. I wonder if you've ever been drunk like this before.)

(I'm worried because there are a lot of men around Ms. MC.)

I kept stroking Ms. MC's hair while she slept peacefully.

Even though I know in my heart that this is not something a man would do to a girl who is not his lover, I can't stop.

(..............Cute.)

Coachman: Lord Keith, we have arrived.

Keith: What!?

The carriage door suddenly opened, and I jerked my hand away with such force that a residual image might have remained.

Coachman: Lord Keith?

Keith: Sorry, sorry. It's nothing.

(What's the rush?)

Ms. MC is still asleep.

I took a deep breath and carefully lifted her up so as not to wake her up...

Nokto: Hey, I see something interesting.

I planned to take the most inconspicuous route possible and get Miss MC to her room, but as soon as I stepped out of the carriage, I met Nokto's gaze.

Keith: No, this is a misunderstanding.

Nokto: And I haven't said anything yet.

(...I have to calm down.)

I'm clearing my throat while I hold Miss MC.

Keith: Mr. Nokto, are you leaving now?

Nokto: Well, by the way, shall we call the servants?

Attempts to divert the conversation ended in vain, and the crimson eyes were fixed on Ms. MC

Nokto: Because I can't have a lady disturbing my guests.

Keith: No... there's no need to.

(Originally I should have asked for it.)

I didn't want to give Ms. MC, who smelled like sweet wine, to someone else.

(I wonder if she'd hate me if she knew I'd done something like that... but I don't want to stop.)

Nokto: Oh, I see. Did I say something rude?

Keith: No, it's a misunderstanding!

Nokto: That's why I didn't say anything.

(...... How many times do I have to make the same mistake over and over again?)

Nokto: Did you like this girl?

Nokto smiles meaningfully.

Not that I'm so dumb as not to understand what you're trying to say.

(I should refute that before strange rumors arise...)

Flashback:

MC: That feels good. Lord Keith has big hands...they're delicate, so I like them...hehe.

Flashback ends.

Keith:.....It seems that way.

Nokto: ..........😧

(.......Denial......)

(.............I thought I was going to do that.)

The weeds that grow there might be much smarter.

Although I was disgusted by the lack of results, I was not ready to deny it now.

Keith: Mr. Nokto, you're going out, aren't you? Be careful.

Keith: Besides, could you give me some time tomorrow? I have something to offer you.

Nokto: So I'm supposed to keep quiet about it?

Keith: Is that a bad thing?

Nokto:.......Right.

The sly smile is replaced by the beautiful smile you often see at social events.

Nokto: I didn't see anything, Your Highness Keith.

Keith: I am saved.

As if nothing had happened, we parted ways.

If I lower my gaze, Ms. MC is still defenselessly asleep.

As kind as she is, she shouldn't be so defenseless against someone who lets her guard down.

(......Right.)

(I feel like I'm being told I'm "special" and it's hard to let go.)

(I'm selfish.)

MC: Lord....Keith...

A faint voice brings me out of my thoughts.

(I'll apologize tomorrow, so just today...)

_________________________________________

Next Day.

MC: I'm very, very sorry.

The next morning I was stunned by Ms. MC who came into my room.

Keith: Ms. MC, raise your head. You have done nothing wrong. You have nothing to apologize for.

MC: No, I remember last night.

MC: How you brought me to my room...And before that, how I used you as my pillow...

Keith: Rather, I was honored to be your pillow! So don't feel bad.

Keith: I'd be your pillow every day if I had to/ I'm happy to be your pillow every day.

MC: .......

Keith: Sorry, I said something weird/creepy.

(Was that indeed creepy? I was out of line.......)

Keith: Ah, I want you to feel free! I didn't do anything wrong.

MC: I know, I know. Thank you.

MC: Lord Keith is very kind.

Keith: .... I wonder.

(Not good. Just selfish.)

MC: You're very kind. ....So I hope you won't mind if I join you again for a drink.

MC: I'll be careful not to fall asleep next time!

(You're really...... giving me the benefit of the doubt, aren't you?)

Last night in the carriage, I vowed never to drink alcohol together.

Otherwise, I'm afraid my ulterior motives will really leak out someday......

However, the innocent smile on her face made my sanity collapse.

Keith: Even if you fall asleep, I'll carry you again.

A hand that unconsciously reaches out and gently wraps around a soft ear-shell.

When I touched my fingertips to her ear, Miss MС's face turned red.

Keith: Miss MC. I know it's a little too much...

Keith: But I want you to call me whenever you want a drink.

(I don't think there is absolutely no man who would look at this face and think nothing of it.)

MC: Well, I don't normally get drunk like that, do I?

MC: Lord Keith was about me, so I let my guard down.

Keith: ......After all...you are in dangerous.

MC: What?...

Keith: No, I'm sorry. Please pretend you didn't hear me.

My body felt strangely hot, so I let go of Ms MC's hand.

(I should worry about myself before I worry about other people.)

I felt the persistent smell of last night's sweet wine touch my nose.

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